Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 645 Inside the Terror

Those ten points merged immediately into his spiritual attribute, while notifications started overwhelming his sight.

An impressive 204 alerts appeared, enveloping his form in a gentle heat that eased his thoughts even more.

[You have acquired 1000 blankets.]

[You have acquired 1 Spiritual attribute point.]

[You have acquired 2 Spiritual attribute point.]

[You have acquired 2 Free attribute point.]

…

A torrent of alerts continued to appear in front of him, and Vritra simply remained in place, savoring the pleasant sensation.

Once the lottery finished, he scanned the notifications and noticed he had gained numerous attribute points.

[9 Strength, 13 Agility, 14 Endurance, 21 Spiritual, 19 Free Attribute points.]

Vritra didn't hesitate and promptly directed all the free attributes toward spiritual.

He then summoned his status window once more, momentarily losing track of his surroundings.

『

[Stats]

(Strength:81.6)

(Agility:84.4)

(Endurance:84.3)

(Spiritual:80.9)

{Free Attribute:0}

』

A chill raced through Vritra's frame, as his attributes soared far beyond reasonable levels.

'This... it doesn't add up. I checked my stats earlier, and even with these new additions, they shouldn't reach this height, right?' Vritra pondered in confusion.

Perhaps the previous stats he viewed were entirely inaccurate.

When exactly had he accumulated all those sin points? Wasn't today his very first day?

The pale chain around his wrist vibrated fiercely, once more sharpening his focus.

Vritra shook himself, surveying the area with utter bewilderment on his face.

"What the fuck?! How long have we been here?" he muttered, relying on his elevated stats to somewhat resist the influence of whatever force gripped them.

Among the extra prizes was a spear capable of slicing through nearly everything.

Its edge gleamed with exceptional sharpness. Vritra examined its details and swiftly retrieved the weapon.

He drew a few deep breaths, suppressing a sudden wave of drowsiness, as recollections from earlier surged back.

He had lingered in this place for almost two weeks now, trapped in an endless loop.

His spiritual attribute had climbed to 80, yet maintaining his grip on reality remained an immense struggle.

The entity lurking here proved far too perilous.

A wave of urgency swelled within his chest.

It avoided outright assaults, instead deploying bizarre tactics to dominate them all, denying any chance for rest.

'Does this creature lack physical power?' Vritra tilted his gaze skyward, only to feel a dizzying pull.

He averted his eyes quickly, battling a powerful compulsion to doze off.

'I must remain alert, I have to safeguard my family!!' Vritra resolved, clasping Maeve's hand and squeezing her tender palm firmly.

"What's wrong, master? Are you alright?" Maeve inquired, a gash oozing blood on her brow.

'What? She's hurt?!' Vritra jolted fully awake, the distress overriding all else.

"Foxie," Vritra drew her nearer, then probed his own forehead, finding no injury.

'Is it due to my healing skill? Did that monster fail to fully dominate me?' He had sensed something off throughout, constantly striving to resist.

However, his spiritual attribute fell short before, although now he managed to cling on.

'We need to escape immediately, but where's that mutant hiding?' He scanned the camp, yet grasped nothing.

'Could it be... the moon?' he speculated, resisting the urge to glance upward.

He withdrew a blade from his inventory, then hurled it toward the moon with maximum force.

WHOOSH

It launched skyward with tremendous power, his strength now elevated to extraordinary heights.

The knife streaked across the darkened heavens; it ought to have vanished into the distance, but a sharp fracturing noise echoed instead.

Vritra peered up, his pulse pounding fiercely, positioning himself as a shield in front of Maeve.

The shadowy canopy above began to fracture, shattering entirely like brittle glass in mere seconds.

"What the fuck?!" Vritra exclaimed loudly, gaping at what was no longer the night sky.

It resembled the interior of some colossal being, with a vast fleshy barrier encasing the entire base in a dome-like shape.

Pulsing veins and throbbing tissue, myriad tube-like strands dangling and linked to the brows of the camp's inhabitants.

The moon had given way to a massive orb of an eye, a horrifying gaze that fixed on every soul below.

Utterly dark, contrasted against the violet-hued flesh walls, the scene instilled sheer terror.

Vritra struggled to comprehend the nature of this abomination, but it filled him with dread; he sensed the vast gap in power.

Even at this moment, he held no hope of prevailing against it.

At the very least, it appeared incapable of slaying them outright.

Vritra surveyed the surroundings and spotted multiple bodies slumped with vacant stares, still upright.

Their forms had withered away.

'This beast preys on our slumber and visions!!' he comprehended, severing the tube attached to Maeve's head.

He brushed away the spilling blood as Maeve collapsed into his embrace, slipping into oblivion.

Ignoring the ensuing clamor, Vritra clutched her close and dashed swiftly to his shelter.

Upon reaching it, he found Onest lingering outside with a vacant expression, a tube fastened to his forehead as well.

Vritra peeked within and observed Shitless dozing soundly.

"This monk escaped the influence? Then why didn't he act?" Vritra first carried Maeve inside the tent and laid her down softly on the bedding.

He gazed at his other companions, his chest tightening at the sight of the crimson gashes on Yasmine, Fiona, and Vanessa's foreheads.

Teresa, Yennefer, and Diana had not yet succumbed like the rest.

Vritra acted without delay, detaching the tubes; they all slumped into unconsciousness.

"Diana, can you mend their wounds?" Vritra requested, the divine figure appearing puzzled yet agreeing with a nod.

She commenced the healing right away, even through her clouded awareness.

'Now, how can I break free? I'm unsure how long I can preserve my clarity, or if I can even destroy it?' His heart raced frantically, fingers gripping the spear firmly.

The blade had pierced that eye, yet beyond dispelling the nocturnal deception, it inflicted little harm.

Thus, that wasn't its vulnerability.

"Maybe it's by that barrier?" A cold dread gripped him, as a sudden memory resurfaced.

Under the mutant's sway, he had overlooked it earlier, but now the view stood starkly evident.

The barrier bore countless crimson stains across a wide expanse, hinting at the numerous lives already lost here.

He turned to his companions, relieved to see Diana's care improving them, the injuries fading away.

'Will this mutant react now that we've severed the links—wait, healing...'

Abruptly, he recalled his arrival, when the physician and commander displayed odd fascination with his restorative power.

Might they offer a way to flee this trap?

Healing...

He regarded the goddess once more, grateful that none here recognized her talent.

"I should step out and investigate." Vritra murmured, then exited and approached the neighboring shelter.

He yanked the covering, causing the monk Shitless to tumble down with a high-pitched yelp, though he relaxed upon recognizing Vritra.

"Guard the other shelter, I must inspect some matters." As he spoke, he realized that while the others couldn't rest, Shitless slumbered excessively.

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