Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 613 Important Meeting

The door swung open, revealing Maeve's stunning silhouette. Clad in a sleek black gown, it sharply contrasted with her luminous, creamy complexion.

Her allure had intensified further, her plush tail swaying gently from side to side as she approached.

Vritra scanned her form, noting her plump thighs and ample, yielding bosom. Her curvaceous build appeared even more enticing at this moment.

Even a succubus might struggle to rival her features.

Her attractiveness rivaled only Teresa's among all others.

"Welcome back, foxie." He grinned, stepping closer to gently stroke her hair.

Her power had surged remarkably, making her the first among his wives to reach demi-god status.

Silently, she encircled him with her arms, nestling against him and inhaling his aroma deeply.

"Mhmm, Master, I missed you." She murmured, nuzzling her face into his torso.

"You've performed admirably. Now, shall we assess just how much more powerful you've become?" He inquired, encircling her waist and drawing her nearer.

The warmth and yielding texture of her frame felt utterly delightful in his grasp.

"How?" Maeve tilted her head to meet his gaze. She'd prefer lingering with her master over pointless skirmishes.

During her absence, his other wives had stayed by his side, even battling that grueling conflict that drained the four of them completely.

"Wait, are we doing that baby-making fight? Let's start immediately, Master." A wide grin spread across her features as she rose onto her toes, sealing her lips with his.

Her tongue swiftly intertwined with his, while her fingers worked quickly, stripping away his garments in a rush.

Her fervor caught Vritra off guard. Her fragrance overwhelmed his senses as her tongue coiled around his, her flavor surging through his mouth.

He delivered a gentle smack to her plush rear and drew back from the kiss, her demonic features already blooming with crimson desire.

"Hold on, not the baby-making fight yet—we'll save that for later. For now, we need to head out somewhere." Vritra stated, adjusting his rumpled attire.

"Oh, where to?" Maeve ran her tongue over her lips, though she longed to press on.

"To a place you'll recognize well." Vritra smirked, clasping her hand and guiding her from the chamber.

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Darkness blanketed the sky entirely, with sporadic cries echoing from afar.

Humans were scarce in sight, yet those present were bound like captives or suffering blows.

Other races like elves and werewolves appeared occasionally, though far less common.

The air reeked of blood, and a crimson moon hung overhead.

Numerous shapes soared through the heavens, racing to a crucial gathering.

"Lord, what do you suppose prompted this urgent assembly?" Inquired a diminutive demon, no larger than a football.

"It must concern something vital, or Lord Sloth wouldn't summon us so abruptly." Responded the 67th-ranked demon lord, his form composed of slender blue strands.

He resembled a tangled mass, essentially an exceedingly lengthy cord.

"Ah, it looks like numerous other demon lords have been summoned too." The tiny attendant, trailing the lord, whispered.

"Indeed. Could this mean we're launching an assault on the humans at last? Rumors say the snow and spores have ceased falling. This timing seems ideal." The 67th demon lord whispered.

The snow and spores had confined them to this realm for months on end.

In the past, various lords resided across multiple realms, but following the war, Sloth's authority and might expanded swiftly.

He accomplished the extraordinary by rallying all 100 demon lords under his banner, ascending as their supreme ruler.

Currently, they all dwelled in this single realm, yielding total obedience to Sloth.

Fortune favored him in surviving that clash against the formidable demon, which ultimately propelled his rise.

Countless demon lords perished in the conflict, their essences claimed solely by Sloth.

Before long, his dominance became absolute, unmatched by any demon.

Thus, submission became inevitable, placing the entire demon realm under Sloth's command.

"Wow, this is my first glimpse of all 100 demons assembled—and the demon king himself will attend? They say his frame is enormous, capable of devouring anything." The little demon chattered.

"Hush. Speak no more from this point. A single error could spell our doom with one order, erasing us and our followers entirely." The demon lord cautioned gravely.

Upon landing shortly after, he scanned the area and spotted a familiar face, calling out at once:

"Lord 69, any idea why King Sloth convened us?" Lord 67 queried.

Sloth preferred numbers over names to avoid the hassle of memorizing them all.

"None—I got the summons and rushed over. Hmm, is this the human invasion at last?" He shared the identical suspicion.

They surveyed the surroundings. The vast chamber had been crafted specifically for such critical convocations.

With other demon lords streaming in hastily, they followed suit without delay.

Inside lay an expansive room, featuring precisely one hundred seats aligned before a massive throne.

It could accommodate at least thirty of their kind comfortably.

As whispers circulated among them, the lords claimed their positions, servants positioning themselves nearby.

BOOM

Suddenly, a thunderous noise erupted, followed by more in succession.

Silence fell over the group as eyes fixed on the throne. King Sloth had arrived.

Moments later, an immense slab of flesh, towering beyond twenty feet, lumbered forward with evident strain.

His visage resembled a swine's, belonging to none other than Sloth, sire of the long-deceased Piggy.

"…" Tension gripped everyone at his sight. His bulk had swollen excessively, his gut vast as if housing a dwelling within.

After several strides, he halted, frowning at the front-row lords.

"O-Oh, right, apologies, King Sloth." More than ten figures sprang up swiftly and advanced.

With brief reluctance, they seized his abdomen and hoisted it upward.

Then, with evident pride, Sloth proceeded to his seat, borne by over ten demon lords supporting his paunch.

A resounding thud reverberated through the hall as he settled, the attendants gradually lowering his belly.

"Resume your places." His words emerged without jaw movement; his jowls resembled twin protruding midsections.

"Greetings, King." The assembly rose in unison to salute.

Sloth inclined his head approvingly. He took great pleasure in his role during that ancient war.

As the sole survivor, he had elevated to such heights.

Clearing his throat, he demanded:

"So, explain why you've dragged me here so hastily? I abandoned my feast for this. Sigh, I'm wasting away— this had better justify it, or else I…"

His words left faces etched with bewilderment.

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