Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 738 Troubled Gods

Having passed through the doorway, the group finally reached the culmination of the floor.

This was indeed the tower's true finish line, with the final door directly before them.

However, guarding this threshold was a solitary zombie. It wasn't notably large or distinct, appearing entirely ordinary.

It resembled the countless zombies they had dispatched on the levels below, yet appearances could prove misleading.

Indeed, things are often not as they seem.

"None of them can pass through that door; it is constructed such that only players may enter," declared the Sun God.

The Book God rumbled, his confidence visibly restored, and muttered,

"Hmm, this door, yes that's right, they cannot pass. A fundamental difference exists between ordinary humans and actual players."

Therefore, even if their might surpassed that of the players, they were powerless.

At last, the gods had triumphed, signaling a profound defeat for the others—a loss more bitter than any before, keenly felt as victory had been so tantalizingly close.

Their very presence within the tower was purely for the amusement of the gods; how utterly laughable it would be for the world if mere mortals succeeded.

They settled in, anticipating the confusion and despair that would surely cloud the faces of the ten.

Yet, given Asmodeus's status as a player, passage was guaranteed for him.

It appeared this individual had truly struck gold, set to be the first to conquer the game.

…

For several moments, Vritra simply observed the grotesque being, questioning if it was some sort of ruse.

"…" Then, he conjured a blade of blood and hurled it towards the mutant's head.

BANG!

The projectile impacted the mutant zombie's skull, causing it to detonate violently, splattering fragments of brain and bone in every direction.

Shortly thereafter, a notification materialized before them.

Once more, Vritra read it aloud:

"Pass through the door without slaying the mutant. Should you kill the mutant, you must escape within one minute. The tower is on the verge of collapse…"

Speechlessness enveloped them all; these infernal gods had elected to reveal this crucial message only after they had eliminated the mutant.

Retreating down and out of the tower within the allotted minute was an impossibility, leaving the door ahead as their sole recourse.

But just as they drew near the threshold, another message emerged, compelling them to halt.

"To gain entry through the door, possession of the player core is mandatory; otherwise, you will be instantly eliminated for trespassing."

Vritra's brow furrowed, a wave of intense irritation and anger washing over him.

The gods were toying with them. He understood they would permit only players to proceed, but wasn't this excessively cruel?

Ordinary humans would never possess even a remote chance of completing the tower.

'Divine?' he vocalized, standing motionless before the portal.

"Proceed through it without hesitation. I have already finalized all arrangements," Divine responded, his tone exuding unwavering confidence.

However, shortly after they crossed the threshold and concluded the game, this avatar, which had served as his conduit for communication and aid to Vritra, would cease to exist.

He had already depleted his reserves of energy, though fortunately, another manifestation of Divine was positioned nearby, subtly ensuring their safety.

This presence even extended to altering fate to a degree, preventing any potential calamities.

And this protective avatar was far closer than Vritra would ever suspect, watching over him and all his wives.

Having received Divine's assurance, Vritra drew a deep breath and addressed the others.

"Let us proceed then, hubby. Finally, we shall depart this accursed, post-apocalyptic ruin," Yasmine declared, clearly unsettled by the grim atmosphere.

She longed for a period of tranquility, believing it would be far more beneficial for their unborn child.

Rather than enduring the sight of hideous mutants, she preferred to allow their baby to mature in peace back home.

"Haha, these naive children. They truly underestimate the gravity of our warning," the ancient, frail god chuckled, shaking his head derisively.

"It matters not. The higher powers delight in demise. After enduring such prolonged struggle, the entire family will perish. Could any outcome be more pleasing?" the Rope God mused.

He contemplated whether to seize their souls then and there, to showcase their final moments to others.

The smiles adorning the gods' faces widened as Vritra pushed the door open, and then…

He stepped across the threshold, and everything was engulfed in a conflagration. The gods' view was completely obscured.

Even the celestial beings observing their playthings' desperate efforts within the game erupted in laughter as the violent detonation occurred.

The gods let out amused chuckles, their minds now completely at ease.

Despite their certainty, a sliver of apprehension lingered—the faint worry that this group might somehow devise a means to persist.

However, it appeared their fears were unfounded.

"Let us ascertain the number of players still alive…" the Sun God, disregarding the tower itself, shifted his focus to other participants.

As the inferno subsided, the remains of the eleven were nowhere to be found; nothing of them was left.

This outcome was not entirely unexpected, but what truly astounded the gods and the higher beings was what transpired subsequently.

Vritra, it was, who orchestrated that explosive spectacle, intending to satiate the perverse desires of those reveling in suffering. Yet, for a fleeting moment, the air hung thick with anticipation.

After all, the sting of disappointment is most profound when it follows a moment of exhilaration.

As Divine had foretold, the entourage passed through the portal with ease, finding themselves ensconced within an boundless expanse of darkness.

Swiftly, inscriptions materialized before the eleven individuals, presented in a universally comprehensible format.

[Level 3 game cleared!!]

[Congratulations, you are now eligible to ascend to the ranks of level 3 demigods!!]

[Kindly await the divine presence; you shall soon be honored by its arrival!!]

[Subsequently, you will be returned to your home planet, with a select few potentially receiving extraordinary boons!!]

A cascade of messages unfolded, yet for ten of them, the contents held little consequence.

But for Asmodeus, the situation brought a measure of satisfaction, even if its significance would soon wane.

He shared the uncertainty of the gods, questioning how these ten individuals, not Players themselves, had triumphed in the game.

Asmodeus, however, felt no particular disquiet. Conversely, the gods stood, utterly aghast.

How could this be? Such an outcome not only defied their meticulously laid plans but contravened the very fabric of universal law and established order.

Should such an anomaly persist, all twelve would face grave repercussions.

This unforeseen transgression, this colossal oversight – how had these ordinary mortals acquired Player Cores?

"W- what has transpired?" stammered one god, his voice laced with bewilderment as all the deities grappled with disbelief.

It was regrettably too late; damage control was no longer an option.

"Perhaps we should interrogate these humans? Is there a possibility of rectifying this predicament before higher powers intervene?" inquired the youngest deity, his tone fraught with tension.

"The moment has passed. Now, both they and we shall face the judgment of the higher courts. I suspect we have all been ensnared in a grand deception.

Something significant has been unfolding behind the scenes," declared the God of Books.

"Indeed, no wonder Divine himself made an appearance, though let us not dwell on that particularity.

What remains is to await the official summons-" The Sun God's words were cut short as an official decree materialized before them.

Concurrently, an identical missive appeared before Vritra and his companions.

The swiftness of the higher beings was truly remarkable; the gods found themselves in dire straits.

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