Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 641 The Military Base

More than fifty individuals glanced at the mutant corpses before shifting their eyes toward Vritra's team.

"It's okay," Vritra remarked, pivoting to depart.

"W-Wait, if it's not too much trouble—" the leader stammered uncertainly.

"I was against it at first, hauling around such a huge crowd would draw attention—uh, but actually, that's not a problem, alright, you can tag along, just up to the military base." Vritra reconsidered once he grasped that extra mutants showing up was exactly what he desired.

With the bait offering itself so eagerly, he figured he'd employ these folks to lure in the mutants.

"R-Really? Thank you, sir, thank you so much!!" He dropped to his knees, while the rest expressed their gratitude fervently.

'He's truly a kind soul.' Both Mira and Gary mused inwardly.

"Enough dawdling, rise up now, or we'll head out without you." He instructed, then began striding off.

"Y-Yes!" The middle-aged fellow bobbed his head quickly, signaling the group to trail behind.

Prior to the apocalypse, he'd commanded a senior role in the military, yet nowadays, wealth and ties meant nothing.

Strength was the only thing that counted.

As the party advanced, everyone spotted a massive blood cloud drifting alongside them.

Naturally, it terrified them.

"S-Sir, what's that thing?" The military fellow inquired politely.

"Ignore it, keep near and alert me to any mutant swarms." Vritra replied offhandedly.

The large assembly pressed onward. Their size combined with the blood's aroma quickly drew mutants' notice.

KRRRRRRR

Frightful howls echoed from every direction as mutants leaped from building windows.

The sight resembled a nightmare from a horror film.

Yet Vritra simply rejoiced at the influx of mutants delivering sin points to him.

He couldn't shake a twinge of sorrow, remembering that mere months prior, these had been ordinary folks with loved ones.

Now reduced to feral beasts, Vritra hoped they'd at least find peace in death.

BOOM

A plump mutant, its form resembling hefty meat chunks, abruptly bounded ahead of the party.

"This beast packs power, surpassing even Bull," Vritra muttered, though it posed no threat to him now.

[Blood Manipulation Activated!]

[Spiritual Burst Activated!]

Activating the duo of abilities simultaneously, he caused the obese mutant's eyes to explode, sending it reeling backward without immediate demise.

'Tough indeed,' Vritra affirmed with a nod, then drove a blade straight into its cranium.

Whereas a single spiritual strike sufficed to fell the majority of the rest.

Soon enough, they neared the military base, during which Vritra had slain close to two hundred mutants.

{Sin Points: 14,300}

His sin points climbed along with his attributes, naturally, while Vanessa and the team didn't idle.

They aided Vritra to the fullest, their own power surging swiftly too.

"We've reached the military base; thanks for escorting us." The military man inclined his head, puzzled by the unusual mutant assaults they'd faced.

"Is this spot truly secure?" Vritra questioned, eyeing the distant military base.

"It ought to be; why not join us here, sir? This seems like a solid spot to base yourselves." He pondered briefly before blurting it out.

"We're not exactly seeking a permanent home." Vritra turned it down.

"Oh, um, at least take a break here then." He suggested further.

"Alright, let's inspect it." They approached the military base more closely.

Sturdy walls fortified with robust defenses loomed high, more than twenty soldiers scanning from the ramparts above.

"Halt! Identify yourselves!" The guards bellowed, rifles trained on the group.

"I'm Sergeant Keg from the 9th Platoon, Bravo Company, 2nd Battalion." Keg declared, lifting his hands to show he was unarmed.

"Hold position; I'll fetch the General." The sentries, clad in army attire, responded.

Catching sight of them, Vritra's eyes drifted to his wives. He pictured them in form-fitting uniforms unavoidably.

That idea sparked instant arousal in him; he resolved to experiment with it soon.

Lately, this had become one of his fantasies—somehow, formal attire on them amplified their allure and beauty.

"General Peter, survivors have arrived." A soldier informed.

"Stand down." The general commanded, then faced the sizable gathering.

"We greet every survivor, but you'll undergo testing first to confirm no infections among you." The general announced firmly.

"What's the testing procedure?" Vritra probed, intending only a brief stopover.

After recuperating and snagging some uniforms, he aimed to depart.

"It's a simple thermal scan; a physician awakened an ability to differentiate infected from clean, nothing harsh, no need to fret." The general explained.

The entrance creaked open narrowly, permitting single-file entry.

"…" Vritra glanced at the crimson Shitless, curious if they'd bar him.

The monk had shrouded himself entirely to avoid repelling mutants.

In fact, numerous mutants feared the formidable evil monk and shunned proximity.

They summoned entrants sequentially, the woman doctor merely grasping each hand briefly to discern.

With all survivors admitted, Onest and Shitless proceeded.

"They clear; proceed inside." Fortunately, the doctor detected no issues.

Evidently, she required no actual skin touch.

Vritra and his spouses followed; post their approvals, the doctor hastened to the general, whispering urgently.

"Certain?" He queried, astonished.

"Absolutely." The doctor confirmed with a nod.

"Valiant survivors, I salute your safe arrival. Here in our base, you'll receive protection, meals, hydration, and shelter.

Naturally, you'll perform essential duties to sustain operations." The general delivered an extended address before releasing the crowd.

Military personnel assisted in accommodations.

"Greetings, what's your name?" The general halted near Vritra, beaming warmly.

"Adam." Vritra stated, no particular motive for the alias.

"Understood, Adam. My thanks for aiding them. I've learned of your prowess from their tales—you're a formidable warrior, and we're fortunate to host you.

The doctor mentioned your healing power; is that accurate?" He inquired, eyes flickering oddly.

"Yes, what prompts the question?" Vritra agreed, although it wasn't precisely healing.

"Does it work on others too?" The general pressed onward.

"Regrettably no, merely a rudimentary self-repair ability." Vritra denied, prompting the general's disappointed exhale.

"Got it. Allow me to guide you to your quarters. Solo stay, or…?" He eyed the companions awaiting Vritra.

"No, my wives join me, and those pair bunk separately." Vritra clarified.

He sensed a subtle antagonism emanating from the man.

En route, Vritra observed countless tents housing thousands of survivors.

"Sufficient rations for everyone?" He queried, taken aback by the base's expanse.

"Yes, we're managing well thanks to the manpower; food supplies hold steady so far." The general answered peculiarly.

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