Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 612 Cannon Fodder

"Whoa, so you're named Rich and you're the wealthiest? Did you switch your name once you got rich, or did your name make you wealthy?"

Shitless inquired with curiosity, then smacked Onest's hand aside while swearing.

"You filthy thief, at least stop trying to rob him."

"Ouch, I was merely sharpening my abilities, cough. Anyway, Rich, are you truly Shen and that whor- cough, Sakshi's actual son?" Onest questioned, his tone laced with astonishment.

"Sadly, yes, I am." Rich replied. This could well be the most embarrassing aspect of his existence.

"And your sister, pfft, she's definitely her mother's child. Does she really own twenty slaves? And she's wed to that Jean fellow? Haha, why set up such massive contests then?" Shitless wondered.

"Yes, she does. We were all clueless at the start, figuring she simply enjoyed surrounding herself with numerous slaves. It was only afterward that we discovered the truth…" Rich let out a heavy sigh. He truly yearned to abandon that family for good.

"Hmm, you're genuinely a good person." Onest remarked, nodding approvingly.

"R- Right? So, can we chat like normal folks? I don't like having a blade aimed at me. A- And why's he shoving his shiny bald head toward me?" Rich commented, catching his clear image on that smooth surface.

"Fine, but we must stay wary of the Fords." Onest sheathed the knife at last, and Shitless retracted his head with an intimidating glare.

Right then, footsteps echoed, and Vritra soon appeared.

"Greetings, Rich. Seems like you three are enjoying yourselves." Vritra observed them, shaking his head in amusement.

"Art- Uncle? Uh…" Rich dashed behind Vritra, exhaling deeply in relief.

"It's okay, no need to fret." Vritra assured him before facing Rich.

"So, what brings you here?"

Rich scanned the area briefly. They stood outdoors, but no snowflakes or spores lingered nearby.

"My aunt handled this, didn't she?" he queried. He suspected no one else possessed the skill to craft such a thing.

Teresa surpassed even the glyph's inventor in brilliance.

Regrettably, fate had dealt her such misfortune and fragility.

"Indeed, Teresa crafted the gadget that aided everyone." Vritra confirmed with a nod.

"Is she okay? My aunt's always been jinxed and prone to illness, but since she stayed confined in her quarters, I requested a unique glyph from her for myself." He promptly pulled it forth.

The glyph glowed a subtle green hue, and he went on.

"It alerts me first if my aunt faces peril or falls sick. I was terribly concerned for her— is she alright?" Rich pressed, his expression fraught with worry.

Vritra grinned. He truly stood apart from his kin.

"Yes, she's in top shape now. Better than before, in fact. She's merely recuperating at the moment." Vritra responded, keeping details sparse.

Rich nodded, releasing a prolonged breath of ease.

"Thank you; that's precisely what I needed to hear. I'll head out now."

As he pivoted to depart, a notion struck Vritra. For his scheme, Rich would excel at organizing matters more than the monk or Onest.

"Hold on, I require your assistance with something." He summoned, prompting Rich to turn back.

"Simply say the word; I'll give it my all." He declared.

Vritra then outlined the plan for him.

"H- Huh? Who exactly are we setting this up for?" Confusion and shock crossed Rich's features.

"You'll find out in time; just inform me of the funds or materials required. Feel free to employ these two for any duties needed." He instructed.

"…Understood." He agreed, and they conferred further briefly.

Shortly after, he departed, as time grew short with preparations mounting.

"Sir Shitless and my companion Onest." Vritra addressed them, causing the pair to exchange uneasy glances, dread stirring within.

"Y- Yes? What do you require from us?" Shitless stammered, edging away gradually.

"There's vital information you both ought to grasp." He stated, then shared select revelations from Divine.

"Oh, so you're set to disrupt their scheme—tread carefully." Onest warned gravely.

"Those scoundrels—thrash them all for us, eliminate them!" Shitless fumed.

"Indeed, we'll soon depart Zoratian and join the fray." Vritra affirmed.

"Hmm, okay, but while you're away—wait, we? You don't… include us, do you?" the monk blurted in disbelief.

Embracing villainy was one thing, but this venture screamed peril. Survival odds seemed dismal.

"Yes, how could I abandon you two to leisure? You must accompany me. Amid all that risk, I'll require expendable allies, and perhaps you can serve as lures." Vritra admitted candidly.

"N- No, we'd only hinder you. Bring this thief along—he's swift on his feet. I'll offer prayers from here." Shitless shoved Onest forward and retreated another pace.

"You Baldy—"

Vritra cut them off.

"My decision stands; we're all committed to this endeavor."

After issuing some lighthearted warnings to his close comrades, Vritra departed, leaving the dejected duo behind.

"Allow me to draft my last will—hold on, I possess no fortune to bequeath—actually, I lack kin to inherit my nonexistent wealth." Shitless lamented with a sigh.

"…Though you're bald, dim-witted, and pointless, it was still decent—fairly decent—somewhat tolerable—acquainting you wasn't awful." Onest intoned gravely.

The pair retreated to their quarters to ready themselves.

While Vritra focused on arranging several items, moments flew by swiftly.

Though the catastrophe had paused briefly, sorrow lingered among the populace. Countless lives had been claimed, after all.

Numerous mutated individuals remained confined. Vritra yearned for a cure for them.

He even examined these afflicted souls yet found no remedy.

Thus, three days elapsed.

His spouses continued assimilating the power, though one neared completion.

Vritra positioned himself outside Maeve's chamber. Her evolution had concluded.

His other partners would ascend merely to demi-god status, yet Maeve's form and lineage would undergo a profound enhancement.

"That vixen emerged ahead of me, sigh." Yennefer bemoaned.

In recent days, Vritra had conversed with Yennefer and Yasmine despite the distance, sustaining himself amid the longing.

'Yenni, do you still harbor dislike for her?' he inquired, detecting the energy surges from within.

"No, not at all, but I never imagined sharing my spouse with others—six others, no less." Yennefer vented in frustration, then appended, "But no additional women, agreed?"

"Sure, it's not as if I'm hunting for a partner or any woman's lining up for me." Vritra replied, shaking his head.

Even with Vanessa, Yasmine, Yennefer, and Teresa, he hadn't pursued them actively yet somehow bonded.

He had drawn Fiona and Diana into his world deliberately, however. Maeve's case blended both elements.

At that instant, the energy pulses ceased, accompanied by soft noises of fabric shifting and dropping.

Maeve donned a fresh, stunning outfit.

At last, the door swung open.

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