Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 758 Big Babies

Shitless's strength remained at the 3rd level of Demigod, and he also received compensation for his earlier lack of Demigod status compared to the others.

Thinking about it, even Onest had not yet reached the Demigod realm.

Curiously, Shitless also concluded his progression around the same time as them, which struck Vritra as quite peculiar.

Could this individual be a hidden genius, feigning uselessness while secretly possessing immense power?

Is he the Divine? Vritra pondered this question but didn't dwell on it too long, as the Divine would likely provide answers soon enough.

Though he was hesitant to accept it, the possibility was quite high.

If so, would Vritra need to confront Shitless to fulfill the promised beatings intended for the Divine?

Poor fellow, he was destined for numerous confrontations; perhaps a robust physique would aid him in enduring them.

Suddenly, Shitless felt a shiver, perceiving a chilling gaze. He glanced around, but no one was in sight.

Had he imagined it? Regardless, with his increased strength, Shitless could finally achieve his long-held ambition.

To become the most notorious monk, renowned far and wide, striking fear into children, his tales whispered in every home, his name alone enough to lull youngsters to sleep.

He let out a peculiar chuckle to himself.

Shaking his head, Vritra stood up, turned to his wives, and inquired, "Are all of you alright?"

"Yes, I feel as though I’m brimming with power. The surge in strength is more significant than I anticipated," Diana replied, having advanced two whole levels, a feat exceeding her expectations.

"Shall we test our newfound strength with a fight?" Fiona suggested, eager to immediately assess her capabilities.

"Not now. We cannot fight here, as it would cause excessive destruction," Yennefer stated, rising to her feet composedly.

"You can all take some time to rest. We've endured a great deal, and it would be detrimental to our mental and physical well-being to push ourselves further," Vritra advised, observing everyone carefully.

"I wonder if the mugger has made a return," Shitless murmured, getting to his feet and touching his head, finding it remarkably smooth once more.

After rising, the nine of them ventured outside and discovered it was midday, the sun blazing directly overhead.

The environment within the Yate Realm remained as tranquil as ever. Vritra mused whether the Divine Kage group had already initiated some action.

He made his way towards Gunter's office, only to be met by an overly exuberant guard.

"H- Hello, sir. It is truly an honor to meet you. I've been a guard here for five years and never imagined I'd have the chance to meet you personally," the guard stammered nervously.

"…Right," Vritra replied, casting a brief glance at the guard as he continued walking.

"S- Sir, uh, young lord, Lord Gunter had to leave for urgent matters and left a message for you," the guard hastened to relay.

The guard appeared to be middle-aged and was at the General rank, possessing respectable strength, though his right hand seemed to bear a severe injury.

"What is it?" Vritra finally stopped and looked at the guard.

"He requested that you meet him at Hive Mountain," the guard responded, his tone still laced with excessive enthusiasm.

"Why? What is that place?" Vritra questioned the guard with evident curiosity and suspicion, wondering if he was being misled.

He activated his system message, but no notification appeared indicating any deception.

Gunter wouldn't have known when Vritra would emerge, so would he wait there indefinitely like a fool?

"It is a location situated just beyond this continent, to the east. If you proceed straight from the main gates, you will encounter the most expansive mountain range; that is Hive Mountains," the guard explained meticulously.

He then added with a slight shrug, "As for why he wanted you to go there, I'm honestly unsure myself."

Vritra simply nodded. He wasn't in a rush to depart; additionally, he first needed to rendezvous with Onest.

Once Onest concluded his romantic endeavors, Vritra could proceed with absorbing the orbs.

"Do you know where Onest is?" Vritra inquired, extending his senses to encompass the vicinity of the palace.

Onest was not within the palace, and a faint presence was detected originating from a distant dwelling.

"Yes, sir! He resides at house number 101 over there. You should be able to find it easily, or I can guide you myself if you prefer," the guard responded eagerly.

"There's no need; I can get there on my own," Vritra stated, turning and commencing his walk towards the house with the rest of the group.

His wives and Shitless followed, also intrigued by Onest's burgeoning romance and curious about the progress he had made with his lady.

The illusory image Vritra had previously displayed was indeed lovely, and judging by her attire, she seemed to hail from a respectable family.

At least, Onest hadn't fallen for the wrong woman… or so they initially assumed.

Just as the group of nine approached the designated house, they heard loud exclamations emanating from within.

"Daddy, buy me this glyph! I desperately need it."

"Dada, can you buy me that outfit? I want to show it off to my friends. Don't you want your son to be proud?"

"Dad, could you be quiet? Just hand me some money. I need to go out and drink with some women. I might bring them home later, so don't disturb us."

"Fadah, gib me maney aye I need it to get a present for ya!"

Hearing the four boisterous voices emanating from within, Vritra glanced around, questioning if he had somehow arrived at the wrong address.

Yet, he could distinctly sense Onest's presence originating from this very house. What reason could Onest have for being here?

KNOCK KNOCK

After a moment of hesitation, Vritra knocked on the door and then stepped back, waiting patiently.

Another commotion erupted from inside, likely a dispute over who would be the first to answer the door.

Approximately a minute later, the door finally creaked open, revealing a young man in his early twenties.

"What do you want? I don't have-" this was the fourth voice, speaking with an air of arrogance and vulgarity, but he faltered upon catching sight of the seven stunning women.

His eyes widened in astonishment. 'Wow, such women really exist? And why are they all gathered in front of my house?'

"COUGH Ladiez, I am the man of this house, and I'm quite wealthy. You'd be shocked to know about ma fadah." He stammered, attempting to sound more presentable.

"Sigh. Can you call Onest out?" Vritra interrupted, stepping forward to completely obscure the young man's view.

"Who are ya? Don't you dare pick a fight with me. Leave before I snap!" the young man retorted in a peculiar manner.

He sounded like one of those street thugs, and even among them, the lowest of the low would speak with such a tone.

Vritra couldn't help but frown, restraining himself from striking the young man. However, it appeared this fellow was practically begging for a beating.

"So ladiez, any of ya want to be-"

SLAP

Vritra delivered a light slap, yet it possessed enough force to send the young man's head slamming against the doorframe, making a loud thud as he recoiled.

Stars swam before his eyes as blood began to trickle from his lip.

"Aghhhhhhh b- blood! I'm going to kill you, you bastard! How dare you!!" he screamed, lunging wildly at Vritra.

SLAP

This second slap sent him spinning dramatically through the air several times before he was violently flung back into the house.

"Brother! What happened? Who did this?" Suddenly, the other three brothers of the young man rushed out to his aid.

All three bore a striking resemblance to him; in fact, all four looked as if they were quadruplets.

"Did you hurt my brother?!" another one demanded, glaring at Vritra before charging towards him in a fit of rage.

BANG

This time, Shitless stepped in, kicking the charging man squarely in the chest. He couldn't let Vritra have all the excitement.

However, in his eagerness, he kicked a bit too hard, fracturing several of the man's ribs and sending him crashing forcefully against the wall behind him.

"Ahhhhhh M- Murder! My brother was murdered by this Baldy! Uwaaaaah! Mommyyyyy! Dadddddy! Uwaaaaahh!" the remaining two began to shriek and wail inconsolably.

The one previously slapped by Vritra looked back in sheer terror, trembling as he too started calling out for his father, or rather, his fadah.

Vritra rolled his eyes. These brothers certainly seemed to place immense faith in their father, as if he could miraculously resolve everything for them.

"What the fuck is going on now?" A man with bloodshot eyes and dark circles beneath them stormed out from inside, his voice laced with fury.

He appeared utterly exhausted and pitiable.

It was none other than Onest, their friend and the self-proclaimed proud thief.

Vritra blinked in confusion. He looked from the four sobbing grown men to Onest.

Before he could utter a single question, the same mature woman they had seen dining with Onest emerged from the house.

Her gaze fell upon her injured children, and then shifted, filled with anger, towards the Baldy who had kicked her son.

She mistakenly believed it was Shitless who had harmed both her children.

"Honey! What are you doing just standing there? Someone hurt our children! You need to beat the shit out of them!!" the woman urged Onest furiously.

This declaration stunned the nine present. They exchanged glances, looking from the woman to Onest, then to the children, and finally back to Onest once more.

'Our children?'

'What could have possibly happened in just two weeks for Onest to acquire such grown children?'

'Moreover, these children looked remarkably close to his own age!'

"Pfftttt-" Shitless nearly burst out laughing at the utterly defeated expression on Onest's face but managed to cover his mouth just in time.

Still, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably. Vritra, too, couldn't suppress his laughter.

'This guy got such big babies? He was definitely scammed.'

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