Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 666 Snacks

Vritra carefully placed Yasmine aside, allowing the dragoness to recover, as she appeared utterly exhausted following their single encounter.

This marked only the initial round.

Next, he shifted his attention to his wives, igniting yet another session of ecstasy that extended the bath far longer.

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In the hallway directly beneath Vritra's quarters, the individuals from Ming and Ergen's squad were casually discussing the recent arrivals.

A handful had caught brief sights of the females and nearly lost their minds in desire.

Even though they remained grouped together, in this end-of-world chaos, everyone pursued their personal agendas.

For their ambitions, they'd readily eliminate kin or companions, and numerous among them harbored wicked intentions as well.

Nevertheless, due to the stern cautions issued by Ming and Ergen, they were compelled to keep their distance.

Five figures glanced about cautiously, each holding a pair of baskets.

"A-Are you certain this is okay? Ergen cautioned us repeatedly…" whispered a man clad in a blue outfit, belonging to the Eagles group.

"Relax, you likely missed viewing those ladies. Had you laid eyes on them, you'd be urging me onward with this scheme." The basket bearer responded hastily.

"Indeed, they're incredibly stunning; I've never encountered such beauty before.

Compared to them, even former models and stars seem like wretched crones—it's astonishing that such perfection truly exists."

The second basket carrier murmured.

The scheme originated from the duo hauling the baskets, whose interiors stayed concealed.

However, Vritra's crew included three males, rendering the pair insufficient for any real action.

Thus, they recruited three additional members: one possessing a power to aid their covert approach, since Ming and Ergen had established defenses to block access upstairs.

A plump, lecherous fellow who eagerly consented wielded a perverse ability; his crafted smoke devices could swiftly enchant females.

Under its influence, the women perceived the obese man as their beloved.

This precise tactic meant they merely needed to neutralize the three males and ensnare the females.

As the globe's inhabitants indulged freely, these men had behaved until now, but restraint had vanished.

Immediately afterward, they'd escape and vanish from the region. During apocalyptic times, who would risk their safety pursuing fugitives?

"B-But surely Ergen and Ming guard them for a purpose; w-we ought to head back…" the timid man stammered.

The basket duo and the chubby one all smacked their brows, whereas the final member strode indifferently.

As the squad's primary combatant and deputy chief, he simply resented Vritra and his allies receiving such privileges.

He yearned to verify if the females matched the allure described by the basket holders.

"Foolish, Ming and Ergen are obviously deceiving those fools. Bet they're scheming identically, coveting those ladies themselves, yet we must strike first." The rotund man countered.

Without requiring the nervous one's stealth for bypassing, they wouldn't have included him.

Ascending the steps without noise, the quartet halted and eyed the reluctant fellow, who then shrouded them in a veil.

It utterly nullified their aura and rendered them unseen.

This talent had preserved the anxious man's survival on multiple occasions, including when mutants consumed his relatives—he merely huddled in the shadows, weeping.

Three sentries were posted by the staircase, appearing weary from an all-night vigil.

They seemed on the verge of rotating with replacements.

The quintet crept onto the level, halting solely in front of one of the pair of entrances.

"They ought to be within." The deputy announced; merely two chambers were in use.

From the alternate one, solely the clamor of two males clashing echoed.

"Wow, does that mean all seven beauties are claimed by a single dude?!! Man, that fortunate jerk—I'm seething with envy; I'll make him suffer for monopolizing them!!" The hefty one exclaimed, his fleshy jowls quivering with fury.

Confirming the watchmen remained oblivious, the two basket carriers advanced.

KNOCK KNOCK

Grinning broadly, they rapped and lingered.

Faint steps sounded, followed by the portal swinging ajar to disclose a strikingly attractive male, his locks slightly damp.

Vritra eyed the pair; he'd freshly attired himself post their fervent soak.

Noting the containers they gripped, a scowl swiftly formed on his features. Securing the entry behind, he inquired:

"Yes, what do you want?"

"Oh haha, it's trivial, fine sir; Ming dispatched us with treats for you—he spoke highly of you." One fellow replied slyly.

Earlier, his focus had locked on the women, obscuring a clear view, but this individual exuded excessive charm.

Juxtaposing themselves against him soured their dispositions abruptly—no surprise women swarmed him.

Yet absent power to safeguard them, mere appearance wouldn't suffice. Their resolve hardened further, intent on slaying Vritra at once.

'Sigh, scum persists; the end times have unleashed these folks' dark sides, those repulsive swine.' Vritra mused, his eyes fleetingly sweeping the unseen shroud.

The jittery man tensed, his stare locking momentarily with Vritra's.

'H-He spotted me? Impossible, yeah? Must be chance; n-no soul pierces my power…' His pulse raced wildly, already lamenting his participation in the plot.

"I don't require it; depart." Vritra stated, positioned squarely at the threshold.

"Haha, at minimum inspect Ming's gift, lest he fumes at us—supplies are sparse; simply accept it." The man urged, yanking fabrics aside to expose scores of dark, fruit-resembling explosives.

"Sir, sample this; you'll adore it, I'm certain!!" He declared, hurling the device at Vritra, while the deputy lunged blade drawn.

With maximal force, he slashed to sever Vritra's skull in a lone strike.

The device burst silently, promptly enveloping corridor sections in pale mist.

Portions wafted indoors too; the basket pair now felt confident the interior women were enthralled.

And would obey solely them.

Post-enchantment, they aimed to deploy the women against the remaining duo.

CLANG

Metal clashing resounded amid the obscuring haze; the basket holders and stout man erupted in triumphant guffaws.

Convinced of victory. Subsequently, the door parted as Diana and Maeve emerged.

"Here they come!! They're ours now, and that fellow's done for too—just one task left!" The stout one crowed, his laughter grotesque.

"Ladies, approach and aid in eliminating those two men, then…" A basket man commanded, his cackle echoing.

The fearful one lingered rearward but sensed his decision to join proved wise after all.

Beaming, he advanced, anticipating a share in the spoils.

"Oh, what exactly do you wish us to do?" Maeve queried, her tone ensnaring the quartet.

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