Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 646 The Healer

"Okay, you poor soul, no need to fret." Shitless nodded while rising to his feet and heading outside.

'Perhaps that beast simply aimed to drive the monk away, even expending its power to keep Shitless in slumber.' Vritra pondered, noting how even mutants despised this fellow.

They preferred hunger over siphoning energy from him, and for an instant, sympathy welled up in his chest as he observed Shitless departing.

'Sigh, unfortunate fellow, he's destined for solitude. Or perhaps, a mutant could truly embrace him someday.' Shaking his head, Vritra followed suit and exited.

He also induced sleep in Onest by severing the vein.

A shiver ran through him merely recalling the events unfolding here, with almost two weeks already elapsed.

Even more alarming was the entity encircling the whole base.

'It's as if I'm trapped in a nightmare film.' Exhaustion and drowsiness weighed heavily on Vritra, yet he battled the impulses and dashed toward Peter's tent.

Without reclaiming control, they could have all perished cluelessly.

This mutant proved utterly terrifying.

"Halt! What brings you here so late?" the guards demanded.

"Is the general inside?" Vritra balled his fists, the atmosphere too ominous.

Folks wandered aimlessly everywhere, rocking side to side.

Even the guards bore those veins affixed to their brows.

"Who's there?" The general's astonished voice echoed from within.

"It's Adam, sir." The soldier reported, retreating as Peter emerged from his tent, clad in his uniform.

'He's under its sway too!' Vritra noted the deep shadows beneath his eyes, indicating sleepless nights.

"Ah, Adam, what's on your mind? Do you require something?" Peter grinned and inquired.

"Yes, where's the doctor who examined us earlier? I need to speak with you and her." Vritra responded, gripping his spear tightly.

"You mean Aria? Of course, come along; if she's not resting, we can chat." Peter replied and guided Vritra onward, exchanging light conversation en route.

"This is her dwelling." Peter announced, pivoting to indicate, only to be startled by Vritra's absence at his side.

The general glanced behind and spotted him rooted a short distance back, expression peculiar.

"What's the matter? Weren't you eager to consult the doc? Eh?" Peter queried, puzzled.

Meanwhile, Vritra swallowed hard, chills prickling his skin—how long had this abomination controlled him?

Upon entry, the doctor's face had been concealed, preventing a clear view.

Yet the figure before her tent defied all anticipation.

It wasn't remotely human.

A dual-headed abomination loomed, a nightmarish tangle of flesh and innards, utterly mangled.

One head was male, the other female, and Vritra knew them intimately.

They were Gary and Mira, the siblings he'd encountered previously, though now appearing middle-aged, not the youths from before.

Unease gripped Vritra, his thoughts throbbing painfully, reality unraveling.

"Dr. Aria, Adam's here to see you—are you up?" Peter called drowsily.

"Yes, I'm awake. Greetings, general and… Adam, such a striking fellow; how may I assist?" Aria pivoted toward Vritra.

Odd blooms sprouted atop both heads, noses absent, exposing bizarre brains fully.

These flowers linked upward to the ceiling.

'W-Wow, even a mutant compliments me—regardless, this spot is utterly doomed! I must flee immediately!' Vritra mused, pondering if striking the doctor would aid.

He imagined Yasmine quipping: 'No eyes on her, hehe.'

"Uh, I have a question." Vritra began, edging backward discreetly so none detected, then pressed on:

"You inquired about my healing ability, or if anyone has it. Well, I know someone who does possess a healing ability." Vritra stated, eyes locked on the horror ahead.

Suddenly, both heads' lips quivered, mad grins twisting across them.

"Oh? Who might that be?" she probed evenly.

YAWN

Vritra yawned, gazing at them blankly: "Huh? Who's what?"

"You just spoke of a healer, right?" she pressed, tone sharpening with haste.

"Did I? When?" Vritra feigned bewilderment, turning the ploy against it.

"You said it moments ago!!" she snapped, irritation mounting.

"Huh? Said what?" Vritra amplified his confusion.

"The healer, damn it—you claimed to know one! Spill it, where's this healer?" she bellowed this time, revealing their frantic need.

"Did I say that? I don't know any healer—YAWN—why bring one up?" he replied mid-yawn.

"How should I know? Then why mention it at all?!!" The doctor quaked, on the verge of lunging.

"What did I utter?" Vritra cocked his head innocently.

"THE HEALER!!" she shrieked.

"Oh yeah, the healer—now I recall, I know a mighty healer!!" Vritra exclaimed abruptly, reigniting the creature's fervor.

"Quick, speak!!" she demanded.

"Huh? Speak what? Doc, do you need something from me?" Vritra taunted further, enraging the beast visibly.

"THE HEALER!! YOU CAME TO DISCUSS!! Blast it, Peter, remove him!" Losing restraint, she howled, clawing at her own tissue.

'Evidently, this mutant craves a potent healer badly; I mustn't let it learn of Diana. It dominates this form—slaying it likely won't end the mutant.' Vritra reflected, hastening his retreat.

Peter assented and trailed, seeming baffled.

Vritra returned to the tent, where Shitless still stood watch outdoors.

"Discover anything? This area feels off…" Shitless grumbled, his complexion as crimson, eyes still protuberant.

'Two weeks gone, yet he remains this way—will it persist eternally?' Vritra wondered, then clapped his shoulder.

"No worries, you'll remain my buddy, even uglier than now—though that's hard to top—we need to flee this cursed hellhole."

Vritra declared; slaying the entity would be ideal, but escape sufficed otherwise.

Its attributes exceeded 100, though not entirely, having morphed into an oddity.

'Seems everyone transforms dramatically post-100% mutation.' Physically frail still, locating the vulnerability could enable its demise.

"Shitless, scout around for oddities; we must eliminate this fiend." Vritra instructed, leveraging Shitless's relative resistance for aid.

He slipped inside the tent, finding his wives in repose, temporarily spared the mutant's grip.

"Fine, if all else fails, I'll demolish it all—that never misses." He vowed, resolute in safeguarding them.

Fierce loathing surged within at the sight of gashes on his wives' foreheads.

Sooner or later, he'd destroy it.

Vritra lingered, and shortly Shitless dashed back, brimming with thrill.

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"PITIFUL ONE, IT'S… IT'S… NOT A MUTANT!!" HE YELLED.

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