Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 729 Hospitability to the Guest

Magna frowned, his brow furrowed. Why did this individual speak in such a manner? Vritra was truly provoking Magna's ire.

'Kekeke, but this is perfect. I will simply utilize that drop of blood to ensnare him, and then transform him into my very own clone,' Magna mused, nodding in agreement with Vritra's words.

"Alright, if that is the case, then please, lend me your assistance." A different Magna spoke this time.

"Hmm, now which one of you is the genuine article? Hurry it up, I haven't got all day to squander on a gaggle of imbeciles like yourselves," Vritra retorted, deliberately adopting a more coarse and foul-mouthed demeanor.

With the way he was speaking, Magna would surely let his guard down considerably, already holding Vritra in low regard.

Yet, this individual remained quite cunning, dispatching one of his clones initially rather than the one possessing the cloning ability.

"Here." The clone sliced his finger, allowing a single drop of blood to fall before Vritra.

The droplet began to hover around Vritra as he shut his eyes. After a few moments, the drop detonated.

This greatly startled Magna.

"W-What's amiss?!" he inquired hastily.

"You damned scoundrel, are you attempting to end me?! How dare you dispatch a counterfeit, you punk with a bitch's ass! I shall no longer assist you-" Vritra appeared genuinely incensed.

"Ah, my apologies, m-my mistake, I believe a misunderstanding has occurred." Magna offered a meek smile, and finally, he seemed to place more faith in Vritra.

'It appears this fellow isn't fabricating his ability; otherwise, how would he have discerned it was a fake? Let's give it another try then.'

The true Magna stepped forward this time. If he could obtain continuous location updates of the other players, that would be absolutely perfect.

He made an incision on his finger, grimaced, and then the drop of blood drifted towards Vritra.

'Just as he reveals everything to me, that drop of blood will signify his demise,' Magna thought, his lips curling into a wide grin.

He exerted considerable effort to refrain from bursting into laughter, feeling an inexplicable joy, perhaps stemming from Vritra's continuous barrage of curses directed at him from the outset.

"Hmm, allow me to try once more. If this proves to be a counterfeit, I shall depart immediately!" Vritra declared with a serious tone.

A silence of several seconds ensued, then Vritra commenced speaking: "Hmmmmmm This is the genuine you, and you seek to locate the individuals who accompanied you."

"R-Right!" Magna nodded swiftly, convinced this individual was truly authentic.

"Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for you, some of those players have already met their end," Vritra stated, his eyes remaining closed.

"Oh, b-by whom?" Magna inquired urgently.

"Morgan, Crow, Asmodeus, Sonic-" Vritra was abruptly cut off.

"Asmodeus is deceased? Hahaha, that is splendid news! That bastard has been an incessant nuisance. Thank you for the excellent tidings." He laughed so heartily that tears streamed from his eyes.

"The one you are currently evading is Einstein. You attempted to conspire with him to assassinate Asmodeus, and subsequently returned to decimate everyone within the city, is that correct?" Vritra continued.

"Huh? You can ascertain all that? Are you perhaps an astrologer? What manner of divine ability is that?" Magna was genuinely astonished. If he could acquire this ability, it would be absolutely perfect.

With a mere thought, he abruptly activated his own ability, and the drop of blood orbiting Vritra detonated.

Teresa trembled at the sudden, drastic shift, her eyes widening in sheer shock.

"What are you doing?!" she cried out, her voice laced with worry.

The blood transformed into something akin to a thick shroud, rapidly enveloping Vritra, now resembling a cocoon of blood.

"Kukuku, hahahaha! I am bestowing upon him a little enhancement, do not fret. Hmm, however, it would be a lamentable waste to convert you into one of them," Magna mumbled.

He cast a glance at the structure situated behind Vritra, realizing more individuals were likely concealed within.

Now, he would have no cause for concern regarding an accidental encounter with his greatest adversary; he could effortlessly maintain his distance from Einstein.

"Heh, playing with blood?" Vritra's voice emanated from within the crimson cocoon, stunning Magna.

"Huh? What?! How are you still conscious?" he questioned, his frown deepening. He then gestured for one of the clones to induce sleep in Vritra.

The clone stepped forward and commenced a peculiar chant, the very air seeming to fill with a pearlescent luminescence.

It imparted a sense of profound tranquility, and even the assisting clones began to feel a wave of dizziness, though they were not the intended recipients.

"Sigh. Well done, Magna, for delivering yourself directly to my doorstep."

SNAP

With a mere snap of his finger, the blood surrounding Vritra contorted into a slender, elongated wire. Vritra's form became visible once more.

Teresa offered a faint smile; she had developed considerable skill in acting through their numerous role-playing sessions.

She was prepared to ensnare them all should the need arise.

"W-Who are you? What do you mean by that?" Magna appeared utterly bewildered. He took a step back, inadvertently placing his foot upon the foot of a clone, causing the two to stumble precariously.

The thin wire sliced through the air, but at an exceedingly low altitude, near the feet of the indistinguishable group.

WHOOSH

In unison, the feet of every single one of them were severed with clean cuts.

One by one, they began to plummet, their clones mirroring the same expressions of shock.

"Aggggghhhhhh M-My feetsssss aaaaaaaaaah Nooooooo It hurrttttsssssss Help meeeeee" he shrieked until his voice was nothing but a strained crackle.

It appeared he had rarely known such pain. Yet, this scoundrel had eliminated everyone without a moment's hesitation?

Vritra truly despised such psychos or wannabe villains. If one takes lives without a justifiable reason, they must be prepared for a far worse fate.

"…" Vritra swiftly activated the ability he had acquired from Morgan, causing numerous spectral, slender ropes to materialize and connect with each of their bodies.

Within mere seconds, Vritra gained absolute dominion over all the clones.

"What are you doing AAAAAAAAH I haven't d-done anything to YOU SOB COUGH COUGH why WHY? I am going to kill you!!"

Magna seemed to have descended into madness, overwhelmed by the agony, but this was merely the prelude.

He fixed a gaze brimming with animosity upon Vritra and commanded his clones to tear them all asunder, ensuring Vritra would witness his beloved's demise.

'Go, kill them!! Go-'

However, no matter how ardently he commanded, not a single one obeyed him.

"Oh, are you perplexed by what's transpiring? The clones are now under my command. You see, I was the one who dispatched Morgan and obtained his skill," Vritra stated, finally removing his mask.

Yet, the reaction he anticipated failed to materialize.

'Does he not recognize me?' Vritra mused.

"Magna, do you possess any recollection of who I am? I am Einstein, the one who journeyed to Renko City, the very individual who annihilated that other clone of yours," Vritra declared, his lips curving into a grotesque, devilish smile.

"Ah N-No it cannot be… aahhhhhh R-Run I must flee!!!!!!!!" Magna abandoned all hope tied to his clones. Using his hands, he attempted to escape.

Regrettably, his strength had dwindled significantly by this point.

"Well, you are fortunate that my family is rather occupied at the moment, so your torment will need to be postponed until tomorrow," Vritra murmured, shaking his head.

"But seeing as you are our esteemed guest, we must extend proper hospitality and cannot leave you without some for the day," he added.

Magna stared, paralyzed by absolute terror, his screams echoing in dread as crimson blood began to pool beneath him.

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