Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 653 Hic

'A tail is on our trail.' Vritra mused inwardly, though he shrugged it off since they presented zero danger and carried no hostile aura.

The hospital loomed ahead in the distance, prompting the group to quicken their pace.

Having a pack of wolves along would make journeys far smoother and less tiring.

During their trek, Vritra dispatched a handful of mutants, and before long, they neared the hospital grounds.

"Foxie," Vritra whispered, and Maeve caught on immediately, dispelling the enveloping shadows.

They scanned the deserted site, yet spotting any hidden underground facility proved challenging.

RUSTLE

Merely seconds later, Vritra picked up on faint sounds of cloth shifting far off.

A band of men observed them from hiding.

Vritra and his companions merely glanced about, pretending to hunt for valuables inside the hospital.

The watchers swiftly relayed the news to Xander.

'Fresh meat for our pups, eh?' Xander pondered, his unique power allowing him to dominate, domesticate, and accelerate the development of mutant wolves.

Right here, they maintained a breeding ground for mutant wolves.

'Time to snag these sheep!' A wicked grin twisted across Xander's face.

"W- W- Where J- J- J-" he stuttered out, true to his usual habit.

"I'll summon Junior at once, boss." His subordinate grasped the intent and finished the thought.

He rushed to fetch Junior, only to discover the man thoroughly inebriated, swaying side to side.

A series of sharp slaps finally got him stumbling along unsteadily.

"L- L- L-"

"Let's fucking goooo~" Junior slurred, letting out a burp.

Ever the prudent one, Xander assembled his crew swiftly and prepared them for any surprises.

His wary disposition had kept him alive through the early chaos.

"Seems like company's approaching, ladies—get set to play your parts." Vritra remarked, relishing the thrill of this predatory game.

Footsteps echoed soon after, revealing more than a dozen figures, with the intoxicated Junior at the forefront.

Xander lurked among his followers, while the rest stayed concealed in the gloom.

"W- W- woo iieee sii" Xander uttered, nudging Junior.

"I am the cum *hic* mander, of this army." Junior bellowed, then continued:

"Boss says, I am Xander, and welcome to our great *hic* cunt." He tacked on.

Stunned silence gripped both parties, the fur-clad men eyeing Xander with bewilderment.

"woo iiee baa" Xander blurted in haste.

"Boss says, idiot, I meant cult not *hic* cunt" Junior corrected after a beat, then jabbed a finger toward Vritra's crew: "And *hic* stop your *hic*cups!"

"…" Vritra eyed them oddly before inquiring warily.

"Who might you folks be? We're not looking for conflict—we'll head out immediately."

"iie saa roo maa" Xander gestured amiably, shaking his hands, and prodded Junior.

"Boss says, I am not a bad guy, I am the admin *hic* ass *hic* trator of justice here, a prosti *hic* tutor of good." Junior delivered, teetering back and forth.

"Huh? Ass traitor of justice? Prostitutor of good?" Onest echoed the phrases, as puzzled stares turned toward the fuming Xander, his face flushing crimson.

"IEEE AA WOOII SAAII" he bellowed furiously.

"Boss says, you stupid bastard when *hic* did I say that?!! Tell them that I am only a dik *hic* tator to bad people! Make no mistakes this time." Junior yelled back.

"He is dick for bad people?" Shitless wondered aloud, finding these intruders utterly bizarre.

This pushed Xander over the edge into fury. He signaled, and his men hauled Junior off, dunking him until sobriety kicked in, then hurled him back sopping wet.

"COUGH COUGH boss says, I welcome you all in our Wolves cult, you can rest here as there is plenty food available and we are in need of some men power for small tasks."

"Oh really, you have enough food for us all?" Vritra queried, feigning astonishment as he stepped closer.

The opposing bunch froze in awe upon glimpsing the seven stunning women, even with Teresa's features veiled.

They gawked vacantly, utterly captivated.

"I am Adam, are you the leader?" Vritra prompted, snapping them out of their daze.

'Could these be the ones that lusty butcher mentioned? These ladies are beyond beautiful—how have they endured this long?' Xander reeled more than during the apocalypse's onset.

'Perfect. The three men become fodder, and these beauties are mine. I could spare a few for butcher.' Schemes already brewed in his mind.

Voluntary arrival suited him fine; if not, force would do the trick.

"iie aa ziee" he declared, and Junior rendered it:

"Boss says, yes I am the leader, Xander. Please follow us to our humble base, you can even live here permanently if you wish. Only by flocking together can we actually survive in this apocalypse."

"Thank you, we are all really exhausted and are lucky to find a home. Thank you very much." Vritra replied, with the others echoing agreement.

Chatting idly, they proceeded to a cleverly concealed spot.

One member soon activated his power, shifting the concrete aside to reveal descending stairs.

"Don't worry, the people here are really kind, you are all going to love this place." Junior assured, sneaking peeks at the women trailing Vritra, out of his sight.

He suppressed a chuckle—these prey were marching straight into the jaws of doom.

Descending, Vritra and his group were guided to quarters, passing men who appeared comfortably settled.

Yet all bore the unmistakable mark of the Wolves faction.

"You all can rest here, we will call you later when it is time to eat. At that time we will explain everything and give you a tour of this place." Junior conveyed.

Vritra nodded appreciatively, and they headed toward the far-off chambers.

Inside, Vritra settled on the bed, gazing at his wives with a grin.

"Looks like this will be easy, after getting the mutant wolves we will kill butcher and continue forward." He stated.

"Yes hubby, it was really funny to see those guys act so smug, as if we are already in their trap." Yasmine giggled, eager for the moment true carnage unfolded.

***

Butcher's outpost lay some distance from the Wolves' lair, but his carriage sped him there fast.

Upon arrival, however, unease struck him—bloodstains and battle traces marred the area.

His brow furrowed in fury. Whether mutants or fellow humans had struck, the latter ignited his wrath.

He itched to massacre any who challenged his domain.

Entering, he confronted a large invading force that had seized control.

Clashes erupted anew, and in under a minute, Butcher lay beaten.

Grasping the peril, he yielded promptly—the rival leader exuded overwhelming dread.

"You are smart, boy. Behave and I might just allow you to join my group." The invader's chief ruffled his hair.

This was one of the ten players, darting between settlements to recruit followers and bolster his might.

His grand ambition: ascend to the tower.

"Y- Yes sir." Butcher murmured submissively.

"My Ascension path is made just for me heh, this feeling is wonderful. I sensed a powerful presence here earlier, looks like we are getting another member."

He proclaimed to his fifty-strong band.

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