Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 638 The Intelligent Mutant
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"Let's set a grave for him here."
Dawn was breaking across the sky, and once they touched down on solid earth, the group hastily constructed a burial mound just next to the bridge.
Vritra etched Shitless's name onto a piece of wood and assembled the makeshift grave.
"…" After hovering there briefly, they pivoted and headed off toward the emerging city.
Drawing nearer to their ultimate destination.
Vritra vowed to track down Butcher and make him suffer until his final breath.
"Let's locate a structure to recuperate in; pushing on like this will make us ill." Vritra murmured in a flat, detached tone.
They pressed onward, soon spotting a block of apartments.
Yet its rundown state suggested it was overrun with mutants.
"Honey, let's wipe out one level and hole up in a unit inside." Vanessa suggested.
The snow had ceased falling, though thick layers had piled up everywhere.
As they advanced on the structure, the decision was made to claim a space on the fifth level—lingering too close to the ground floor carried risks.
Given Vritra's enhanced power, these feeble mutants offered zero danger.
The team dispatched the creatures and reached the fifth floor without delay, searching through the scattered units.
Not a single survivor occupied this level.
Onest claimed the unit across from Vritra's, granting them privacy.
He felt utterly miserable too; he and Shitless had shared so many years side by side.
Wearing a gloomy expression, he stripped down, climbed into bed, shut his eyes, and drifted off.
Next door, they showered and slipped into fresh, cozy outfits.
Fortunately, their boosted stats kept illness at bay, even after plunging into those icy depths.
"Let's share a meal; I'll fetch Onest." Vritra announced, stepping out of the unit.
"Alright, we'll prepare the grub." The goddess replied, as they dove into preparations.
Despite the delicious, steaming meal, their spirits remained low, igniting a fierce drive within to boost their power urgently.
'Divine, is there no way to revive Shitless?' Vritra queried, viewing Divine as his final hope.
"Haa, I warned you before—death in this realm means no return. Press on with your quest; it outweighs any single life. You'll manage, no need to fret."
Divine responded, sounding utterly indifferent to the loss.
'…' Vritra had expected aid, considering Shitless's role in aiding his sibling, yet perhaps even Divine's abilities had bounds.
Heaving another sigh, he idly checked his status window; Vritra had slain numerous mutants back in the river.
{Sin Points: 6,839}
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[Stats]
(Strength: 42.9)
(Agility: 49.8)
(Endurance: 44.9)
(Spiritual: 29.4)
{Free Attribute: 6}
』
'Agility nearing fifty—will breaking this barrier bring major shifts?' he pondered.
Post-meal, they took a short break.
Vritra reclined on the bed beside his wives when a soft rap echoed at the entrance.
He scowled, detecting the aura—it wasn't Onest's.
'Has a mutant slipped down from above?' Careful not to rouse his resting partners, he rose quietly and crept to the door.
Drawing his machete, he peered through the viewer while keeping a cautious gap.
Sure enough, it appeared to be a mutant.
Twisted green tendrils draped its form, its apple-red skin grotesque and repulsive.
'This one seems highly cunning.' Vritra unlatched the door and lashed out with the blade, intent on severing its head swiftly.
"Kiyaaaaaa PITIFUL ONEEEE, ITS ME SHITLESSSSSS!!" The mutant shrieked abruptly, leaping away in panic.
'Clever beast—how does it know of Shitless? Mimicking his voice and face so perfectly?' Vritra hesitated briefly, then steeled his resolve.
No way could he spare a mutant this sharp; Shitless couldn't possibly have endured that ordeal.
He slashed forward once more.
"W- Wait, it's me, Shit Sonia? Remember, I used to pee on the temples. Ughh cough I am Shitless!!" the mutant yelled.
Vritra halted, eyeing it skeptically.
"What's your favorite pastime?" he demanded with suspicion.
"S- Spreading evil, and going on rides with Bullo!!" the mutant replied, paws up in terror.
The disturbance roused the others, who gaped at the Shitless-like abomination.
"What?!! Did Shitless mutate, or is this a fake impersonating him?" Onest burst in, utterly stunned.
"This creature's faking as Shitless." Vritra declared, fixing his gaze on the crimson fiend, machete hovering near its neck.
"I'm genuine—this is Shitless!!" the mutant pleaded, visibly terrified.
"Hmm, truly? Prove it: what went down when we razed that temple with the mustache-wearing priest?" Onest quizzed warily.
"M- My rear caught fire, a- and I brushed the blaze onto you. We nearly turned into human bonfires!" the mutant confessed, sincerity shining through.
"That's too basic—recite the 29 times table?" Onest pressed firmly.
"H- Huh? T- Twenty-nine uh…" the mutant faltered.
"Never mind, try this: If 29 zombies each chomp 29 folks, and each bitten one then gnaws 29 others, how many end up zombified?" Onest inquired gravely.
"You thieving jerk, what sorta riddles are these? Go get munched and count." The mutant swore.
"Oh, fancy sinking teeth into my backside? Pfftt… hahaha" Onest burst into uncontrollable laughs, yanking the drenched Shitless into a fierce embrace.
Vritra sheathed the machete too, relief flooding his chest at last. He'd overlooked how Shitless always clawed back from the brink, defying death time and again.
"You okay? Why the weird appearance? How'd you pull through and locate us?" Vritra bombarded with queries, clasping Shitless tightly before pulling away to inspect him.
"Haa, I morphed into Sonia, and that mutant flung me out amid its waste—somehow twisting my form like this." Shuddering, Shitless recounted.
"All the mutants overlooked me, convinced I was one of them. Tracking you? I followed your trail. With the snow halted, it was straightforward." Shitless boasted, thrilled to have outsmarted fate for once.
"Thank you." Yasmine stepped up and expressed sincerely, overjoyed at his return to life.
"Haha, sis, no sweat—I'm tougher than that to off." Shitless laughed, thumping his torso lightly.
Vritra paid little mind to the survival details; his joy at the reunion overshadowed all.
The team's atmosphere brightened anew. Shitless bathed and donned clean attire, bundling into multiple blankets—even at the table.
"Oh yeah, en route here, I spotted a burial site—get this, someone shared my name!!" Shitless blurted, astonished at matching a deceased stranger.
"Yeah, perhaps your twin soul—too bad you skipped the reunion." Vritra exhaled, feeling lighter despite lingering fury at the culprits.
His rage toward that crew hadn't faded one bit.
Prior to departing the city, he intended to hunt them down and eliminate the scum.
But for the moment, he permitted a moment of ease.
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