Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 659 The Parasite

[Spiritual Burst!]

[Spiritual Burst!]

[Spiritual Burst!]

Though Vritra's body had grown frail, his mental power remained undiminished in strength.

Bursts of mental energy surged repeatedly toward one of the attackers while Vritra charged at him.

He needed to buy about thirty minutes, yet during that span, he also had to eliminate every last one of them.

Since Morgan could pull off some schemes in the meantime, Vritra stayed on high alert, with a portion of his focus locked on the player.

"Aghhhhh" The man resembling a puppet grabbed his head and howled, his spiritual stat proving quite feeble.

Were Vritra not restraining himself, that foe would likely already be lifeless.

WHOOSH

The spear plunged into his thigh, blood spurting forth, yet the puppet ignored the bodily agony, merely stumbling away.

THUD

Right then, the hammer smashed into Vritra's back, serving more as a distraction.

Wild energy churned inside him, the fusion turning perilous, as abruptly veins burst across his back.

'Merely five minutes gone by…' he mused, his form trembling with greater intensity.

'He outperforms what I anticipated but seems frailer too…?' From observing the clash, Morgan struggled to gauge Vritra's true power.

This fellow took such feeble strikes with ease and looked ready to crumble.

Still, he held his own against the eight, repeatedly harming those men—it simply defied logic.

No matter what scheme this man harbored, Morgan pursued his own agenda, and such a prolonged skirmish suited him well.

'Drag it out as long as you like; I pondered sparing some of your awareness, but now you'll merely become yet another puppet under my control.'

A slender, thread-like strand began creeping across the earth, utterly unseen by ordinary sight.

It swiftly approached Vritra and, as he retreated, it lanced into the rear of his neck.

Amid the combat and overwhelming torment, he failed to sense it at all.

This power to convert foes into puppets held immense potency; victims remained oblivious, and before long, their recollections and awareness vanished.

Its sole drawback was the required duration, but through this confrontation, Vritra had provided ample opportunity.

"Brother, you're quite the hardy one. But HUFF HUFF sadly, you won't be able to join their ranks; if you just perish, all those women will stay s- safe." Butcher gasped out his words between heavy breaths.

Numerous injuries marred his frame, hindering his movements considerably.

Lacking any innate physical prowess from the start, he cowered behind the seven others.

Terrified that Vritra might strike him down at any moment.

Throughout the brawl, he continued casting lecherous looks at the anxious women.

A blade sliced across Vritra's arm, but disregarding the gash, he drove his dagger straight through one man's windpipe.

{Sin Point Gained: Killed a Mutant +5,021}

At once, a notification appeared in Vritra's view, prompting his immediate command:

'Spend 2,000 points to acquire 1 point in Endurance!'

Following this kill, his stats had risen, yet they fell just 0.1 shy of the 100 mark.

[You have obtained 1 Endurance Attribute Point!]

[All attributes have reached the threshold!]

[Merge with an Ascension Path to continue evolving!]

A flurry of notifications flashed before him in quick succession.

『

[Stats]

(Strength: 100)

(Agility: 100)

(Endurance: 100)

(Spiritual: 100)

{Free Attribute: 0}

』

{Sin Points: 3045}

'It's complete; now I only need to…' Abruptly, a surge of vertigo assaulted Vritra, nearly toppling him as assaults rained in from every side.

He slammed his foot down firmly, struggling to maintain his balance.

Could this stem from the integration too?

No leisure for contemplation existed, with blades and icy shards on the verge of skewering him.

Having battled vast swarms before, such numbers posed no great challenge to Vritra.

However, in his present state, it felt akin to tackling a nightmare-level game while deliberately weakening himself against easier foes.

Morgan kept watch over the women as well, though the real threat remained solely Vritra.

BOOOM

Absorbing the sting of a thrust, Vritra bashed the spear's shaft against another's skull, causing it to burst apart.

His frame wavered, sight dimming and tinting crimson, mind reeling.

Rattling his head, he fixed his gaze on them, only to perceive double visions of everyone.

Vritra shut one eye, sacrificing some accuracy but preferring it to total inaccuracy.

FAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

Out of nowhere, a piercing shout intensified his headache, agony lancing through his core.

Witnessing his strike succeed at last, Butcher brimmed with delight.

He lunged ahead and jammed the knife into Vritra's gut, then hastily withdrew, dreading a retaliatory spear thrust.

Vritra reeled backward; this wretch had slunk in rat-like just after he'd blocked a hammer blow.

Almost fifteen minutes had elapsed, and his state deteriorated far too swiftly.

The aggressive fusion already exacted a heavy price, and without realizing, the parasite's influence seeped in as well.

Yasmine and her companions endured sharp pangs of distress viewing Vritra battle in such dire straits.

Yet he'd warned them firmly against any involvement, lest they all perish, though their moment to act would arrive shortly.

The surviving five fighters disregarded their bodily gashes; only the psychic assaults truly impaired them.

Vritra persisted in unleashing Spiritual Burst, seizing those openings to maim or slay them.

Narrowly evading the edges, he impaled a fellow's abdomen with the spear, its tip emerging from the rear of his cranium.

He withheld revealing his blood control ability, reserving it for the battle's peak.

Now, just Butcher and four others lingered. Two boasted power-based skills, the other two focused on durability.

Dispatching them presented no true obstacle, but that cur Butcher incessantly ambushed when Vritra engaged the rest.

CLANG CLANG

He repelled the hammer, then with an explosive surge of might and swiftness, propelled himself ahead.

Vritra's arm tore into the torso of one power-type opponent, yanking free his heart as blood pattered onto the soil.

The gruesome display terrified Butcher, halting him mid-thrust at Vritra's rear.

'What kind of beast is this? How does he keep surviving? He wields psychic strikes, boasts superior defense, immense power, blazing pace—what's his core strength?'

Chills gripped Butcher's form; he recognized his utter inferiority to Vritra.

Fortunately, in their prior encounter, they'd avoided a head-on clash, and he'd fled posthaste.

It explained how this man endured being cast into the river; his prowess surpassed expectations.

'Though I question if he matches that fiend's level.' He shot a look toward Morgan, whose face twisted in a sinister smirk.

That individual appeared to scheme as well.

Vritra panted raggedly, misty breaths escaping as he suppressed any cries of torment.

Even flames licking his skin wouldn't match this agony; despite the chill air, his veins scorched like molten rock.

Discarding the heart, he eyed the four foes left, their forms riddled with injuries.

More than twenty-five minutes had ticked away, and he doubted his endurance much longer.

"E- Explode." Vritra whispered hoarsely as he lurched forward, collapsing onto his back with all vitality draining away.

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