Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 634 The Mutant Slaughter

'Why must this apocalypse strike right now, when my life was finally on the upswing?' Bull let out a heavy sigh, for she had already endured the full terror of the end times.

People turned more savage than beasts; acts like rape, murder, and even cannibalism grew commonplace.

A world devoid of laws, where notions of right and wrong vanished, and fear of consequences faded away.

Yet dwelling on it now served little purpose, so Bull turned her gaze to Vritra and inquired:

"How did... ugh... you manage to last this long?" Glancing at his companions, it appeared she hadn't faced the apocalypse's grim realities herself.

Vritra crushed the grasshopper mutant's head with a swift motion, then turned back toward her.

"Well, we only just got here." With that said, he approached her, gripping the machetes slick with blood.

"Haa... try to make it through this nightmare if y-you're able, and if... you've got the power, p-please take out those scum i- inside... COUGH... they k-killed my sister a-and they... did unspeakable things to her..." She hacked up a storm of coughs, her flesh darkening rapidly.

To keep her large group intact, she'd always projected strength, hiding any weakness and steering clear of her history.

"Thanks for the info; I've got to rack up more points anyway, so I'll wipe them out on the way." Vritra grumbled under his breath.

Any mutant daring to approach found its skull impaled by a blade formed from blood.

"T-Thank you..." she whispered, her eyelids fluttering shut. Her form was swiftly mutating; soon, she'd become a zombie mutant too.

Vritra paused motionless for a brief spell, then lifted his hand and swung at her throat, ending Bull with one clean cut.

"Sigh, is all this chaos really just for somebody's amusement?" Vritra seethed with irritation; this ordinary world had become a twisted game zone.

The existence of everyone there meant nothing beyond serving as fodder for the true players to gain levels.

{Sin Point Gained: Killed a Mutant +204}

'I need to move fast before tougher mutants show up.' He pivoted away, but then extended his hand toward Bull's remains.

Suddenly, blood surged around her body, igniting into flames. In mere seconds, Bull's corpse was reduced to ashes.

In the end, her death brought no thrill of triumph. While some folks were purely wicked and others had shifted a bit, Bull obviously wasn't among the villains—yet Vritra wouldn't spare her after their clash.

"A ton of mutants are swarming now; that blast was deafening. Time to go all out!" He charged ahead, his pace accelerating relentlessly.

His figure blurred into a streak as he weaved through the mutant throng, slicing their forms to ribbons.

Suddenly, yet another dragon began forming overhead.

He scanned for the densest cluster of mutants and spotted the school entrance.

Numerous mutants were clawing to get in.

"Ideal spot." He stomped down hard, launching his body skyward.

Perched on the bloated corpse of a mutant, he set the blood giant's exterior ablaze.

"T-That same guy? What's his next move?" The leader and his crew inside caught sight of the fearsome fire dragon, their pulses nearly halting in dread.

The school offered solid protection; they'd fortified the barriers, rendering entry nearly impossible.

The mutants hadn't breached the perimeter yet.

But escape routes were scarce—if encircled completely, most would perish without doubt.

With a flick of Vritra's wrist, the blood giant plunged downward.

BOOOOM!

A massive blast erupted, engulfing scores of mutants in its fury, with many incinerated on the spot.

Body fragments flew everywhere, and the snow beneath began to thaw.

The barrier had crumbled at last, though mutant cadavers now choked the gap.

'Why does the snowfall seem like it's easing up?' Vritra glanced skyward briefly; the flakes weren't falling as fiercely anymore.

Still, he zeroed in on the survivors within the structure—he couldn't allow the mutants to devour them.

They represented valuable sin points.

Vritra dashed onward, cleaving through nearby mutants with fierce swings.

Countless heads burst apart without warning, his ability growing ever more potent.

A fresh dragon coalesced in the heavens, leaving the school occupants stunned in disbelief.

They marveled at his endless stamina; this marked the fourth such beast.

"GO!!" Vritra bellowed as the fiery dragon swooped low, holding back from detonation this round.

Thanks to his surging power, Vritra could sustain the dragon's flight without triggering an explosion right away.

The dragon gaped its jaws, consuming helpless targets inside who fired desperate strikes.

More than six men vanished into the blazing maw, their forms searing at blistering heat.

It felt as if they were being cooked from the inside out.

Now aware these were despicable sorts, Vritra relished putting them down.

Piercing wails echoed from the dragon's gullet as flesh liquefied under the torment.

This ranked among the agonies of death.

Vritra vaulted the pile of bodies by the school doorway and pressed inward.

At once, a barrage of blades hurtled his way; the defenders knew they had to eliminate Vritra quick before the dragon claimed them all.

WHOOSH

BANG

Thanks to his sharp spiritual sense, Vritra tracked every incoming edge effortlessly, evasion coming naturally.

He parried some upfront assaults with his machetes as he barreled forward.

All at once, a intense laser beam lanced toward him, nearly catching Vritra off guard.

Fortune smiled, though—his reflexes shone; he shoved off the floor and evaded by a hair.

He hurled a machete at the leader, whose eyes emitted the lasers, forcing the man to leap aside in panic.

The leader's bodily prowess was weak; without those beams, Bull would've ended him ages ago.

Brushing past the rest, Vritra appeared beside the leader in a flash.

SWISH

The leader's legs severed clean at the thighs; Vritra seized his skull from behind amid the man's frenzied howls.

ZRRRRRR

Beams erupted from his eyes as he thrashed wildly. Vritra clamped down on his head, lopping off limbs from every lackey in the bunch—yet sparing their lives.

He even directed the lasers to maim numerous mutants, keeping them clinging to existence.

'Could I absorb this power myself? But would injury be required to claim it?' He pondered curiously.

Tentatively, he extended a finger into the laser's path, nearly losing the digit.

"Fuck!" He yanked back, inspecting his hand as the wound knit itself swiftly.

'Evomorph?' With a resigned exhale, he pressed the machete against the leader's temple, then drove it home with force.

The leader's eyes and nose popped free in an instant, the beams ceasing at last amid a chorus of moans and cries.

Vritra surveyed the carnage, where over fifty men sprawled mangled and fragmented, none yet departed this world.

He lofted the leader's form toward the dragon, then sped to dispatch the followers.

MUNCH

The dragon snapped up the still-shrieking leader, subjecting him to the boiling inferno.

Darting through, he beheaded every human present, denying them any shot at resistance.

As the outcries faded, Vritra picked up soft, trembling whispers from terrified women deeper in the edifice.

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