Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 730 Clone Lover

Magna was overcome with terror, resorting to desperate pleas and tearful apologies. Yet, each cry only amplified Vritra's amusement, finding the spectacle immensely entertaining. Magna's formidable power was evident; had Vritra not undergone rigorous training in that secluded cave for weeks, he might have found himself outmatched. After all, Magna had been responsible for the annihilation of an entire city. Ultimately, his inherent cunning and insatiable greed led him directly to his downfall. "Hmm, there's still a little over a day before everyone completes their evolution. Until then…" Vritra mused, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings before a wider smile graced his features. "Since you so enjoy playing with your clones, I shall grant you the freedom you crave. Unleash yourself, cast aside all moral constraints and shame, utilize every last one of them, and savor the experience." With these words, Vritra conjured a blood-red chamber, trapping Magna and all his clones within its confines. "N-Noooooo, please spare meeeeeee!" he shrieked with renewed vigor. "You bastard, I didn't even ughhhh hurt you- COUGH, g-get away from me, OWW my clothes, nooooo-" The desperate wails gradually faded as Vritra sealed them inside the ominous room. The more than forty clones descended upon Magna, engaging in a grotesque act of intimacy. "Hmm, I wonder what this is called… selfcest?" he pondered, yet a sense of relief washed over him. "Hehe, Husband, this is perfect. Let him revel in his 'enjoyment' for a day. Tomorrow, we shall all subject him to torture and his eventual demise," Teresa purred in her deceptively sweet and innocent voice. Vritra nodded, gently patting her head. "Let's depart; we shouldn't intrude upon his private moments," Vritra stated, deliberately avoiding any thought of what might be transpiring within. Over forty clones converging on a single man—it was surely a complete catastrophe. However, Magna had earned every bit of it, and even more. Soon, another player would be eliminated from the game. The pair continued their leisurely stroll, Vritra dispatching a few more mutants drawn by the commotion with a mere wave of his mental energy. Both were in high spirits, and their second day together proved even more satisfying. … Two days elapsed, and one by one, they began to awaken. They had undergone their evolutions, achieving the zenith of their strength attainable on this planet. As they emerged, all of Vritra's wives rushed into his embrace; now they could proceed directly to the tower. Soon, everyone was awake. A substantial feast was enjoyed, after which Vritra revealed that Magna had been apprehended. "Excellent! Have you dispatched him already? What a pity; I'd have relished tearing that bastard apart!" Yasmine exclaimed, her words echoing the sentiments of the Bone Blood Cult from the Zoratian planet. She harbored a deep animosity towards individuals of that ilk. "No, I've kept him alive. Once you all are satiated and rested, we shall subject him to torture before proceeding to the tower," Vritra announced. "Haha, this is going to be so much fun!!" Shitless exclaimed with unbridled glee, unaware of the fate awaiting him. Once their appetites were fully satisfied, Vritra led them all down to the blood-red chamber. "He's inside," Vritra indicated. "Huh? Why are such peculiar noises emanating from within? It sounds utterly chaotic," Onest inquired, a strange sense of familiarity prickling at him. Hadn't that Oracle fellow made similar noises? "Vritra, don't tell me you…" he looked back at Vritra, shaking his head before erupting into laughter. "Precisely; he desired to frolic with his clones, so I provided them with a dedicated space. Regardless, let's conclude our business with him, and then we shall proceed," Vritra added. With a mere snap of his fingers, the blood chamber ignited, and shortly thereafter, over forty scorched figures came into view. Magna lay at the center, while all the depleted clones were sprawled around him, having undoubtedly experienced a most tumultuous day. First, Vritra disintegrated the clones, causing them to explode. Only Magna remained, already in a dire state, yet he deserved far worse. One by one, all the women unleashed their onslaught upon him—flames, mental assaults, lightning, psychic torment, and much more. Onest and Shitless, disinclined to engage directly, merely hurled metal rods that pierced his battered body. Following this brutal barrage, Vritra slowly siphoned every last drop of blood from his form until Magna was reduced to a desiccated husk. It was a ghastly spectacle, yet none among them felt a shred of pity, not after witnessing the atrocities he had committed. "Time to depart," Vritra declared, turning away and leaving the wretched corpse behind as numerous notifications materialized before him. He had acquired the clone ability but had no intention of utilizing such a repulsive skill. Soon, the flying ship was prepared for departure. However, Shitless then remembered his missing slave. Asmodeus, the once-proud player, was concealed within a room beneath a bed, desperately hoping to be forgotten and left behind as insignificant. Inevitably, Shitless discovered him and dragged him forth. They were all seated when Teresa activated the engines, and the flying ship gradually ascended. The tower loomed not far ahead; they would soon reach their destination and commence the final, grandest challenge. WHOOSH. With astonishing velocity, it surged forward. They swiftly traversed over a hundred kilometers, soaring above the cityscapes.

Six players had already fallen to Vritra's blade; the seventh was now with him, leaving only three unknown adversaries.

He resolved that if he encountered the remaining players, he would engage, but he wouldn't actively seek them out.

Numerous mutants populated the path, their power escalating with proximity to the tower.

Even those of the fifth evolution were effortlessly dispatched by a single spiritual shock from Vritra.

Thus, after a brief continuation of their journey, the ship finally ceased its motion.

Their destination had been reached.

As the flying ship gracefully descended and landed in an open expanse, a massive swarm of mutant rats launched an assault before anyone could disembark.

These creatures exhibited remarkable speed and potency, their most formidable weapons being their teeth, which appeared capable of rending any material.

Swiftly securing the flying ship, the group ascended into the air.

Asmodeus employed his devices to maintain his position alongside them, his demeanor one of palpable fear, as even a single rat in the horde surpassed his own capabilities.

"T-There are so many of them!! Master, save me!!" he cried, seeking refuge behind Shitless.

"…" Shitless glanced back, a smile touching his lips at the sound of his slave addressing him as master.

"They seem utterly frenzied, displaying a marked difference from the mutants we've encountered previously," Yennefer observed, her finger extended as lightning cascaded downwards.

THUNDERRR

BOOOM

With a resounding boom, the majority of the rats were disintegrated, though a few survivors persisted in their aggressive advance.

"Indeed, it feels as though an unseen entity is directing them. Could it be another player?" Diana inquired, her hand gesturing through the air, unleashing a wave of venom.

Naturally, this potent poison would not affect them, but it would annihilate any nearby threats.

"Hmm, there is no one in sight, indicating the controller commands them from a considerable distance," Maeve stated, her shadows extending to meticulously scan the surroundings.

"Yes, it must be a player. Given their proximity to the tower and their ability to command beasts in such a manner, their cultivation must already be quite formidable," Yasmine added.

"Honey, would you prefer to confront this individual first, or proceed directly to the tower?" Vanessa asked, as all eyes turned towards him.

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