Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 643 Yawn

Early in the morning, Vritra stirred awake, but instead of vigor, a deeper weariness gripped him.

He rubbed his aching eyes and gazed at his wives, who slumbered serenely next to him on the bed.

Choosing not to rouse them, he carefully disentangled himself and slipped off the bed.

After a quick bath, he got dressed and resolved to visit the general.

By that time, all the women had roused as well.

"We'll have breakfast when I return," Vritra declared, turning to exit the tent.

"Pitiful one!" Shitless called out, his form still concealed beneath his robes.

"How much longer will we remain here? It's been quite some time already," the monk remarked, appreciating the secure surroundings yet mindful of their unfinished mission.

"Quite some time? We arrived just yesterday—what are you on about?" Vritra questioned, then glanced at the weary Onest.

Prominent dark circles shadowed his eyes, giving the impression he hadn't rested in weeks.

"Hey, what happened to you?" Vritra inquired, astonished.

"I don't know, perhaps I've picked up some sickness or other; I just feel so drained," he replied, letting out a yawn.

"Diana might be able to assist—have her check you out later," Vritra suggested, though his state didn't appear grave.

Shitless was on the verge of responding when Vritra pivoted and headed toward Peter's tent.

"Well, I'll chat with you later," he added.

Reaching the exterior of the general's tent, he spotted two soldiers stationed at the entryway.

"Aren't you that fellow from yesterday? Got something to inquire about?" one soldier queried.

"I'd like to speak with the general about a matter—is he in there?" Vritra asked.

"Yes, I am," the general emerged from the tent precisely then, a smile on his face.

"What is it you wish to discuss?" Peter inquired, already clad in his uniform.

"Let's stroll and converse," Vritra motioned.

"Very well," Peter agreed with a nod, and the pair began proceeding toward the base camp's gateway.

"I intend to depart from here today," Vritra stated gravely.

"Oh, that's unfortunate—your aid would have been invaluable here, but rest assured, I won't hinder you if that's your desire," Peter responded.

"Hmm. Still, I require a favor: do you have extra uniforms? They might prove useful for surviving out there," Vritra continued.

Peter posed no queries, chuckling as he nodded:

 "That's no issue at all—it's a minor request. We have plenty of uniforms; take as many as you need, and we offer various types."

The general guided Vritra to a nearby warehouse stocked with uniforms for diverse roles—not limited to army attire, but including air force and more.

'Whoa!' Vritra's eyes gleamed, envisioning his wives clad in these outfits.

They would appear even more alluring.

"Select whatever suits you; they're sorted by size," Peter instructed the attending soldiers.

Vritra acknowledged and swiftly gathered multiple uniforms, ensuring at least one for each wife.

In return, he chose to leave behind some provisions, as he couldn't possibly consume them all even over years of feasting.

"I'll take these," he announced, hefting several bags.

"Fine, go ahead. Have a soldier deliver them to your tent; there's something I need to go over with you," Peter replied, rubbing his eyes against a wave of drowsiness.

"I'll see you at the entrance—I still need to share breakfast with my family," Vritra said before heading back.

Once out of sight, he stored the uniforms in his inventory, then halted abruptly.

"Huh, why do I possess so many uniforms…?" He'd only grabbed seventeen or eighteen moments ago, yet the count seemed excessive.

He yawned, shrugged it off, and continued walking back.

They shared breakfast as a group, conversing on assorted topics.

"Master, we're departing today, correct?" Maeve inquired, her eyelids drooping heavily as sleep tugged at her, though she resisted.

"Yeah," Vritra confirmed with a nod.

Shortly after concluding the meal, he lingered a while longer before approaching the entrance.

The general waited there, devising a strategy for a foraging expedition.

"General, I've arrived—what was it you wanted to talk about?" Vritra hailed.

"Ah, Adam, come over here; you ought to hear this," he beckoned, a map unfurled on the table amid clustered military personnel.

"We've detected heavy activity in this region lately, with numerous mutants converging. It looks like a massive mutant surge will strike this base imminently."

 Peter began detailing from the beginning.

"…" Vritra listened quietly to the briefing.

"If my assessment holds, they'll reach our gates in two or perhaps three hours. Surviving this onslaught would let us raid the facing structure for supplies—that zone remains untouched by the Wolves or Big Bang Colony so far," he pressed on.

"So, Vritra, if it's not too much trouble—" Peter raised his gaze to continue, only to get cut off.

"Huh, w-what did you just call me?" Vritra scowled, his mind reeling, sharp agony inducing vertigo while an ominous dread surged stronger.

"What's the matter, Adam? Are you unwell? This apocalypse has rattled everyone's thoughts; I have pills that might ease it."

Peter regarded him with worry.

Vritra yawned, shook his head, and murmured: "It's nothing; I just feel exhausted… so, what were you saying?"

"I was requesting if you could remain a bit longer and assist in repelling this wave—failure means death for everyone here. I implore you, lend us your aid; as reward, you can claim the food stores."

The general pleaded.

"But general, that's—" a soldier objected with a frown, attempting to interject.

"Silence—his power surpasses you all together; we require his support," Peter snapped, then faced Vritra again.

"I understand; alright, I'll assist," Vritra agreed, nodding, as slaying numerous mutants aligned perfectly with his aims anyway.

"Thank you—if we endure this, I'll grant any request you make," Peter expressed before outlining his strategy.

…

Two hours later, Vritra, Shitless, Onest, Peter, and numerous soldiers positioned themselves atop the perimeter wall.

'Just how formidable will this wave prove to unsettle them so?' Vritra pondered.

With his abilities, he could manage even a vast assault.

It didn't take long for the mutants to charge as Peter had foreseen.

Most were feeble zombies, though stronger variants lurked among them.

'This is ideal—I can rack up plenty of sin points now.'

Vritra mused, forming blood arrows and firing them into the advancing throng.

Shitless and Onest gripped rifles, blasting furiously.

{Sin Point Gained: Killed a Mutant +49}

{Sin Point Gained: Killed a Mutant +51}

…

Notifications flooded Vritra's view, spurring him to unleash full force.

He repeatedly deployed spiritual burst to shatter mutant skulls or daze the tougher foes.

This surge was indeed enormous.

Other troops unleashed their own skills too, hurling ranged assaults.

As the horde swelled and mutants assailed the barrier or scaled it.

Vritra leaped down, carving through them relentlessly while wielding blood manipulation and spiritual burst nonstop.

The soldiers gaped in awe at his prowess, a relentless slayer amid hundreds of mutants.

Regardless of how elite mutants swarmed him, he butchered them without mercy.

Meanwhile, Vritra concentrated solely on accumulating sin points.

Soon, the mutant ranks thinned dramatically, though the clash dragged on beyond expectations.

Time raced by, and as they mopped up the stragglers, dusk had already fallen.

"My deepest gratitude for your aid—without you, survival here might have eluded us."

The general conveyed his thanks. Even the soldiers now regarded him with esteem.

They'd doubted Peter's faith in Vritra earlier, but now his might was undeniable.

Vritra headed back to camp, where his wives had readied dinner.

The ten of them dined together, with Vritra recounting the skirmish.

He'd opted not to involve his wives in the fray for several considerations.

"Hubby, with this spot secured now, we ought to depart at once," Yasmine urged.

Vritra nodded: "I sense something off about this location too."

"Foxie, join me tonight; I'd like to scout the area."

"Okay, master," Maeve assented, sipping the steaming soup.

Then he continued: "We'll set out as early as tomorrow."

They bantered on diverse subjects and promptly wrapped up dinner.

When night cloaked the surroundings sufficiently, Vritra and Maeve slipped from the tent, shrouded in shadows.

They wandered briefly and found nothing amiss.

"Master, this seems perfectly safe—when do you intend to press on?" she wondered.

"We'll linger one more day; a few items here I must acquire," Vritra replied.

"Hehe, what scheme are you brewing, master~?" Maeve teased playfully, then froze, her expression creasing into a profound scowl.

"What's the issue?" Vritra wheeled to confront her, concern etching his features.

"I…" she seemed bewildered.

"It's nothing, master—shall we keep exploring, or head back now?" Maeve queried, shaking her head and beaming sweetly.

"Yeah, let's return home; I'm starting to feel weary," he grumbled, yawning.

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