Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 647 The Mine

"POOR FELLOW, IT'S... IT'S... NOT A MUTANT!!" the monk yelled while dashing toward Vritra.

Breathing hard, his wide eyes grew even larger in shock.

"Not a mutant? What are you talking about?" Vritra questioned, stepping outside the tent.

"That's right, it's no mutant—the whole area has gained awareness, the entire camp!!" Shitless explained, rubbing his head in confusion.

"The location itself acts as the beast—what did you discover exactly?" Vritra struggled to accept the idea.

"Follow me, and I'll demonstrate." The monk pressed, yet Vritra refused to abandon his wives unprotected.

Though not the quickest, Shitless caught on fast and suggested quickly: "Let me watch over this spot while you inspect the doctor's tent—you'll understand immediately upon arrival."

Vritra agreed with a nod before sprinting toward the doctor's tent.

The distance was short, so he reached it in moments, but right before entering, a voice rang out:

"Pitiful one, why are you here?"

Startled, Vritra spun around to spot Shitless positioned nearby—impossible for him to arrive that swiftly.

'Hold on, then who guarded the tents earlier?' A chill swept over Vritra's frame; without verifying the identity, he raced back to his family.

Intense fear gripped him—he regretted not waiting for their awakening.

Upon return, however, he found Shitless stationed there, protecting the tent as before.

"Did you witness it? You returned awfully fast." The monk, who had been sketching on the earth with his foot, leaped back in alarm when Vritra burst into view.

"Huh? You're the real Shitless?" Vritra furrowed his brow, his mind throbbing.

"Who but the mighty me could it be?" Shitless boasted.

Vritra dashed inside the tent and sighed in relief at the sight of his wives resting soundly.

Emerging again, he froze upon seeing two crimson figures resembling mutants locked in stares.

"Whoa, that's me again—or maybe it's a reflection?" The left Shitless remarked.

"Huh? Did I unlock some unique power? Can I duplicate myself now?" The right Shitless wondered.

'What in the world is happening? Which one's genuine?' Vritra examined them both, identical in every detail.

"Shitless?" He called, and both answered simultaneously.

"Yes?"

"Uh, are you Shit Sonia?" Vritra probed, figuring the true Shitless would be easy to spot.

"No, I'm not!" The left one denied.

"No!" The right one shot back.

"What's your bull's name? You on the left, respond first." Vritra demanded, gripping his spear firmly.

"Bullo!"

"What's my closest companion's name? You on the right, answer." Vritra pressed on.

"Zengis!"

"…" Vritra stood speechless—how could an imposter know such details?

A sudden idea struck him, and he commanded: "You two, clasp hands immediately."

Surprise flashed across both faces as they eyed each other.

The left seemed puzzled, while the right displayed revulsion, like being ordered to touch filth.

Without hesitation, Vritra thrust his spear into the right one's shoulder.

"Ughh, h-how did you figure it out…" He staggered away, his shape shifting into the general's.

"Peter?" Vritra gasped in astonishment—why would this man resort to such deception?

"What's the meaning of this? Why impersonate Shitless?" He jammed the spear's edge against Peter's neck and interrogated.

"Haa. End me now—death awaits everyone here, no survivors. You never should've arrived." Peter uttered, collapsing feebly.

Vritra held off on the fatal blow, eager to extract his knowledge first.

"If death's your wish, why not reveal what you know?" Vritra offered, easing the spear slightly.

"…Fine, I'll stake everything on you.

Chatting with that doctor marked you as prey—that's why she, or whatever possesses her, dispatched me." Peter revealed.

"We ran this outpost to preserve lives after the apocalypse hit. Unbeknownst to us, a mine lay beneath, and eventually, the base transformed into this… this abomination.

It draws victims in to plunder their slumber and visions, growing more vital with each.

Healers provide the finest feast, allowing direct takeover, just like those unfortunate doctor siblings."

Vritra grasped the core of the situation.

'Seems I must explore this mine to end the threat.' With Shitless present, his family remained safe from the mutant.

It had even dispatched the general to mimic the monk, aiming for Vritra to slay him—mutants truly dreaded Shitless that much?

"Remain here; I'll investigate." Vritra instructed, hauling the general upright.

"Assist me, and I'll rescue all in this place." He declared gravely.

The general assented; the injury wasn't grave enough to impede.

They departed swiftly, leaving Shitless to guard.

…

Outside her large tent, the doctor paced restlessly, appearing deeply troubled.

"Doc, I've returned." The general announced, approaching with composure.

"How'd it turn out? Did he eliminate that bald fool? He must have—we can't tolerate such nuisances." She demanded.

"Indeed, he's dealt with, but crucially, a true healer exists here." Peter informed.

"Really?!! Take me now."

As they departed, Vritra emerged at last, entering the tent and gaping at the scene.

Beyond the massive pit in the floor, emptiness reigned, with innumerable veins extending from it.

"A genuine mine—would severing every vein slay this entity?" He pondered, opting to explore before acting.

Avoiding contact with the veins, he leaped into the shaft, far deeper than anticipated.

Faint light illuminated the space, walls encrusted with abundant crystals.

Light blue in hue, the crystals pulsed with steady energy.

"Is this its core? Impressive array of crystals." Vritra neared the wall and yanked one free.

His immense power made the task effortless.

Attempting absorption yielded nothing; frowning, he examined the crystal.

After rinsing it clean…

BITE

He crunched into the crystal, shattering it apart; as Vritra swallowed the fragments, they melted away entirely.

[You have gained 1 spiritual attribute!]

"Whoa, attributes from these?!!" Vritra burst out, thrill surging through him.

Yet he reflected: if similar caverns abounded, how mighty might those humans grow?

The ten players, in particular, likely surpassed him vastly already.

Strength must escalate relentlessly, until he could dispatch them effortlessly—this marked only the start.

"All this belongs to me!!" Consuming everything would doubtless eradicate the monster too.

Delaying no further, Vritra devoured the crystals voraciously, extracting them one by one from the wall.

CRACK CRACK

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