Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 660 Evolution

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Simultaneously, the heads of those three puppets burst apart when Vritra activated Blood Manipulation and Spiritual Burst together.

Notifications flashed in front of his eyes, yet Vritra was far too drained to even glance at them.

His eyelids grew heavy, the link to his own form beginning to sever.

This felt off; it couldn't merely stem from the merging process.

Through his barely open gaze, he glanced at Morgan, who ought to be stunned by Vritra's recent devastating strike.

Much like Butcher nearby, who hadn't perished but now sensed his blood heating up fiercely.

Yet a sly smirk twisted Morgan's features, as if victory was nearly in his grasp.

'What trick has he pulled? Aiming to puppet me?' Vritra pondered, his mind leaping erratically.

Even if he uncovered the scheme, halting it seemed impossible, with just over four minutes remaining.

Moreover, the merging would soon ripple outward, alerting Morgan inevitably.

A few more minutes—that's all Vritra needed to endure.

With a pained grunt, he rolled over and gradually lifted his shattered body.

Butcher, wracked by agony throughout his frame, lacked the chance for yet another ambush.

He remained rooted in place, unmoving.

Had Vritra focused on him as well, wouldn't his skull have shattered moments ago?

His pulse raced faster, breaths coming in sharp gasps amid the searing torment in his chest.

'Heart attack?!!' He gripped his chest and collapsed, naturally Vritra's handiwork.

Every bit of blood within Butcher's veins was under Vritra's command.

Leaning on the spear for support, Vritra rose, his garments ripped and soaked in crimson.

Wounds marred his skin everywhere, although many had begun mending already.

Evomorph operated silently in the background.

It even countered the puppet thread's influence, delaying its progress considerably.

"COUGH B- Butcher, this is haa haa payback for the l- last time…" Vritra staggered toward the howling man, his imposing silhouette casting a shadow over him.

Yanking the spear, Vritra thrust it into Butcher's flank, avoiding an instant kill.

"Aaaaaaaaah S- Stop ughhh damnit s- save me s- sir please help me…" Butcher pleaded, quaking in fear of Vritra.

Morgan merely stood by, arms folded, puzzled by the delay in seizing Vritra's form.

"S- Spare me I- I will be y- your slave COUGH please g- give me one chance ughhhh ahhhhhhh" Realizing Morgan wouldn't rescue him.

He shifted his desperate pleas to Vritra, but scum like him deserved no mercy.

For his own twisted pleasure, he'd ruined countless lives once gaining power.

He'd even dared that betrayal against Vritra, nearly wiping out his loved ones, and now this swine still plotted his death.

With ambushes and lusting after his companions, forgiveness was out of the question for Vritra.

Rotating the spear, he withdrew it, hauling out loops of intestines.

"Aaaaaaaah" Agonized screams echoed, but his mutated state kept him from dying yet.

Which turned into a cruel torment for Butcher.

Vritra positioned the spear's point over Butcher's brow, then slid it downward in a straight line.

Slicing his form evenly, the edge first split his nose, ripped his mouth, then carved through throat, torso, abdomen, and beyond.

Still, the cuts weren't fatal enough to end him.

'It's taking forever; he ought to be my puppet by now. Something's amiss.' Morgan scowled and chose to step in.

"Alright, that's enough. You've shown your worth, and I'm thrilled to add you to my crew.

Serve as my commander if you eliminate that woman and those two men." Morgan approached steadily.

Should the initial effort fail, he'd simply retry.

Now, he intended to implant the parasite's seed directly, requiring only a touch to Vritra's skull.

Morgan advanced, while Vritra, appearing deaf to his words, persisted in tormenting Butcher.

Morgan rushed up behind Vritra, but as he lifted his arm to strike, a tendril erupted from his shadow.

Shock gripped him as it lunged at his eyes, though his reflexes allowed a narrow evasion.

Maeve manipulated the shadows, her form blending seamlessly as she vanished with the others.

Morgan's brow furrowed; had these women chosen to act at last? Did they believe they could triumph over him?

He still commanded those forty-five warriors ready for his signal—perhaps desperation had cornered them.

"Fools…" He shook his head, but then a surge of blood erupted around Vritra.

Bizarre markings ignited across his skin, illuminating the area brightly.

A torrent of blood surged, engulfing Vritra and spraying outward wildly.

"Merging? Is he ascending? B- But how?" Morgan got hurled back by the deluge's power, his eyes bulging in disbelief.

How was this man merging with an Ascension Path amid battle?

Morgan's own fusion had spanned a full day and proceeded flawlessly, so what ailed this fellow?

'I recall tales of forced merging—did he try that? All during combat with them?'

Astonishment overwhelmed Morgan; what willpower and endurance did this demand?

How had he withstood such torment? No surprise those minor blows wounded him deeply—most damage arose from the merging itself.

'I must slay this monster!!'

Taming him seemed hopeless now, and a completed merge could yield unpredictable results.

Though assured in his power, he'd erred already, never imagining such a feat possible.

"ATTACK!!" He bellowed, enveloping the area in his domain instantly.

His frame shimmered with activated abilities, but abruptly, a cube of slender barriers formed around him.

His movements halted briefly, and from one panel, a hand emerged, driving a blade directly into Morgan's neck.

This marked Teresa's first strike against another, since arriving in this realm; she'd only aided Vritra by immobilizing foes before.

Yet now, lives meant nothing—Vritra was her sole concern.

And so, the gentlest spirit across existence unleashed a storm of blades upon Morgan.

Morgan strained every muscle to shatter the confines, but by expending her essence, Teresa spawned endless new ones.

Jamming knife after knife into him, he found himself unable to unleash skills, utterly powerless.

All Vritra's suffering, his excruciating agony, traced back to this wretch.

The thought ignited fury in Teresa, overwhelming her thoughts and soul with seething wrath, leaving just one drive.

Inflict maximum suffering on Morgan, grant him an agonizing end.

As Teresa pinned Morgan down, the other women, alongside Shitless and Onest, shielded Vritra from the puppets while his transformation unfolded.

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