Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 630 FireBull

GRRRRR…

"Damn it, at least give us a chance to catch our breath!!" Onest swore as the earth abruptly began to tremble.

"Is that creature back?" Vritra scowled. The thing burrowing beneath the surface was enormous, rivaling the size of that massive mutant beast.

He shot a look at Yennefer, and it was clear she couldn't keep going.

Based on their path, they were likely right below a street at this point.

And if fortune favored them, a sewer system might lie underground too.

"Grab the overhead grips." With those words, crimson grips materialized, linked to the roof above. It was the identical blood he'd fashioned into cords before.

Everyone leaped upward and gripped the holds that were securely attached to the ceiling, then Vritra lifted his right arm.

BOOM!

Gathering all his power, he slammed into the floor, causing the whole area to quake.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

He kept hammering relentlessly, until the surface gave way and collapsed, sending him plummeting.

The grips gradually descended, transforming into extended cords as the rest started lowering themselves.

THUD

Vritra hit the ground on his feet within the faint glow of the wastewater tunnel. He stood up and peered upward while the others touched down without harm next to him.

"This ought to hold for now-!!" Breathing a sigh of relief, Vritra spun around and went rigid at the sight of a large crowd of people, equally stunned.

They appeared midway through a meal. Several had a scoop of food hovering near their lips, paused in place.

"Uh, hi there, don't worry about us, we're just cutting through." Vritra gave them a wave. More than forty guys and gals were present. A direct clash would put them at a severe disadvantage.

His own levels had risen considerably, yet within this bunch, a handful boasted superior stats.

And heaven knew what powers they might wield.

"Who are you people?" Suddenly, the folks opposite sprang up, eyeing the newcomers with menace.

But upon spotting the seven stunning women, most ended up mesmerized.

Did women this gorgeous truly exist in the real world?

Only Teresa kept her face veiled. Even so, her allure was potent enough to drive guys wild.

"We're not bad folks. We dropped through a gap and landed here. And we're tough, particularly this fellow—none of you could take him down. Go ahead, give it a shot!" Shitless yelled, jabbing a finger at Onest.

"B-Boss, you're kidding, right? How could I flex my power in front of you? If anyone's got the guts, try scratching his shiny bald dome." Onest shot back.

The group eyed them warily. They stepped aside as a sturdy, towering woman in hide armor strode forward.

She munched on a hefty chunk of flesh, apparently from some beast's limb.

"This domain belongs to the Firebull. Who are you intruders? Talk fast, or we'll crush you all." She declared, her eyes sweeping over them.

Vritra scanned the surroundings, searching for an escape route.

"We fled from a colossal beast and wound up in this spot. No desire to clash here."

"…" The woman fixed them with a quiet stare, then said, "You've got two options: battle or yield."

Vritra's brow furrowed. Despite his boosted stats, overcoming her was out of reach. Hers hovered near 30 already.

'Looks like those outlaws I took out earlier had it too easy, not slaying enough mutants. This lady probably packs a powerful skill as well.' He mused before inquiring:

"What exactly does yielding entail? What's your intention for us?"

So many individuals filled the space. They all devoured meat from altered creatures. Normal provisions must have run dry.

"We're no outlaw band. We won't hurt you or the ladies, but as you understand, battling those threats demands extra fighters.

So I expect you to serve as our front-line bait." She stated bluntly, holding nothing back.

"And supplies like food and drink?" Vritra probed, considering his choices.

"We've got surplus to cover a handful more, though it's mutant flesh at the moment. We're set to hit another crew shortly, and word is they've got stockpiles left." She tossed out the lure.

"For real?! If we join that assault, do we get a share of the grub too?" Vritra inquired, feigning eagerness in his tone.

"Absolutely, so decide now. Slaying you would just nourish our pet anyway." She remarked, gesturing to a pen holding a chained mutant serpent.

"I've got one stipulation. No one from your side lays a hand on my crew. Keep your guys far from my women." He stated resolutely. Temporarily, tagging along was his only play.

"Fine by me, that's no issue. I'm against that kind of filth myself. They'll stay in line, no fears." She grinned before adding, "Folks call me the Bull. You leading them? What's the situation up top?"

"Yeah, I'm Adam, and it's gone to hell above. There's that huge mutant and some underground crawler toppling structures. Plus a band of survivors slaughtering and raiding nonstop." He answered with a heavy breath.

"Hmph, sounds like prime timing to strike and surprise them. All hands, gear up for combat. We hit tomorrow." Bull bellowed, then turned to Vritra.

"And you, don't pull any stunts, or it'll end badly for your lot."

Vritra simply dipped his head, face impassive.

With the fresh arrivals capitulating, plenty of guys couldn't resist charging ahead to chat up the women.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Heh, check out all this chow I've got, happy to split it."

"Hi there, gorgeous ones, how about you-"

"Back off!" Vritra shot the dudes a fierce look. The blood within their veins abruptly heated to a frenzy.

Terror struck them, and they retreated swiftly, though itching for a brawl.

"What the fuck, man, it's the end times. How's one guy monopolizing all these stunners? With your weak ass, you can't guard them. Better wise up."

Like ravenous predators, these fellows truly lost it at the view of the seven drop-dead beauties.

"Sigh. Onest, Shitless, handle that fool." Vritra ignored it all, striding off with his wives away from the throng.

"Sure thing, poor sap." Shitless and Onest circled the shocked man.

He swung at Onest but missed entirely, then blows rained down on his mug from either flank.

"Darling, this bunch is bound to get us slaughtered in their scrap. They're likely eyeing us for frontline fodder." Yasmine warned.

"And I bet even a toxin ploy wouldn't fly. They're watching us like hawks." Diana added, cornered by the string of mishaps.

"Their crew's sizable. Deeper in the drains, more folks lurked. Gotta be over eighty total." Vritra gauged. Taking them on now would spell doom.

"Guess we bide our time for an opening, master. Perhaps slip out later." Maeve proposed.

"We'll figure that out soon. Right now, staying safe from these creeps is key. Ugh, this doomsday's turned men into monsters worse than beasts." Vanessa spat. She'd always despised males save for Vritra.

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