Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 667 Sick?

"Oh, what exactly do you expect us to do?" Maeve inquired, her voice captivating the four men completely.

"Hahaha, quickly assist us in eliminating those two fellows, and we'll figure out the rest afterward." Fatty declared.

As the two basket carriers and the frightened man gazed at him in admiration, his ability proved incredibly potent.

He had the power to command an entire force of women who obeyed his every order, sparking a touch of jealousy in them.

Fortunately, they still had an opportunity with these stunning women.

"Eliminate them? Of course." Maeve agreed, her expression neutral as she extended her hand ahead.

WHOOSH

Suddenly, two shadowy spikes erupted from the floor, impaling the torsos of the two oblivious basket carriers.

UGHHHH COUGH

Blood spurted from their mouths as their forms were fixed against the wall. Yet the wounds weren't fatal enough for immediate death, leaving them staring in disbelief at Fatty.

Clearly, he was behind her abrupt assault on them.

"W- What the hell are you doing? I didn't mean them, curse it, fellows, it was an error. Hold on, you won't perish, there's a healer downstairs-" Fatty stammered while rushing over to them.

Noticing their severe injuries, his complexion drained of color; even after escaping this location, they had to rely on one another.

'Or perhaps, if they actually die, I'll claim all the women for myself and have them guard me outside!' His devious thoughts brimmed with vile notions, a grin forming on his face.

"Keke, you know, never mind, it's too late to rescue you now. So I'll mercifully end you quickly." Crossing his arms across his chest, Fatty chuckled.

The terrified man had once more hidden under the blanket, yet his legs lacked the power to flee.

"End it!" Fatty commanded, scowling since he couldn't spot the frightened man.

"Very well." Maeve responded, and then two more spikes surged from the ground.

KCCH

They stabbed into the stomachs of Fatty and the scared man, fastening them to the wall while agonized cries echoed through the hallway.

"Urrrk COUGH COUGH Aaaaaah it hurts so bad, damn you, what d- did you do?!! I told you COUGH to k- kill them, not me ahhhhh so much b- blood…" Fatty howled as blood pooled beneath their feet.

"Oops, my mistake." Maeve remarked, retracting the spikes so their bodies slumped down, squirming in agony while attempting to stem the flow.

Their vital organs had suffered damage as well.

"S- Damn, I didn't COUGH tell y- you to do that-" Fatty wailed, puzzled as to why she wasn't adhering to his directives correctly.

"Oh, my error once more." Maeve stated, and four additional spikes emerged, securing them back to the wall with fresh punctures.

The howls from the four men alarmed the guards and folks downstairs, prompting them to hurry upward.

The mist cleared, unveiling the silhouettes of two figures.

Vritra remained standing casually, his hands tucked into his pockets, as the cocky subleader sprawled in his own blood.

Numerous punctures marred his frame, and a horrifying look twisted his features, his body quaking from the torment.

Vritra's brow furrowed while observing the impaled men; he realized his women's allure would draw plenty of unwanted eyes.

However, that didn't require them to hold back—with him present, he'd torment to death any man who dared entertain such notions.

And these individuals had dared.

"You dared to hypnotize my wife?" His eyes sharpened on Fatty, who immediately experienced a stabbing agony in his mind.

He shrieked, as if spikes were being driven into his skull, all from merely a look.

"W- What is happening?"

"Summon Ming and Ergen immediately." Vritra ordered, retrieving a machete from his inventory and approaching the four men.

"Y- Yes sir!!" The guard replied hastily, terrified by the scene and bolting away.

The scared man wept and implored mercy, pleading for pardon, but it was far too late.

His doom was decided the instant he joined this scheme.

Amid the piercing screams of the five, the shaken Ming and Ergen rushed in, trembling themselves.

Just a handful were aware of Vritra's actual power; even if everyone assailed him together, a single notion from him could wipe them out.

"S- Sir, pardon us, it's our fault!" Upon arrival, they dropped to their knees, banging their foreheads on the floor.

The five corpses lay savagely dismembered, with the top portions of four still attached to the wall.

"Didn't I make it explicit that I want no trouble from your people?" Vritra questioned, directing the machete their way, splattering blood on them.

"S- Apologies, we had no idea they'd attempt something so vile SOB everyone had been acting fine a- and…"

"Stop, I'm not interested in your justifications." Vritra cut in; he hadn't intended to slay them over this but sought some form of retribution.

His spouses had retreated into the apartment, with Shitless and Onest now at his side.

"Pitiful ones, entrust their punishment to me; I only need to keep them breathing, correct?" Shitless suggested.

"Exactly, so they're under your watch now." Vritra replied, then pivoted and reentered his apartment.

"Hehe, how about I experiment with my metal form on you lot? I required practice targets anyway, and mugger, you're serving me for a week; let's head to the floors below."

Shortly after, cries reverberated through the lower levels, though Ergen's rubber power spared him somewhat.

***

Following sufficient rest and a meal, it was time to press on.

They discovered this location posed greater threats than earlier cities.

Nights were particularly perilous, with bizarre mutants prowling the roads in search of prey.

Several sites awaited Vritra in this urban sprawl, including the attribute stone caverns, the beast lair, and confronting Morgan.

Ultimately, Onest chose to take Ming with him, while Shitless opted for Ergen, as they could aid in their workouts.

Ergen served as an ideal sparring partner, and Ming assisted with speed drills.

"We must exercise extra caution moving forward; it'd be ideal if groups like the Doctors, the Cinema, or similar avoid coming after us." Vritra stated while boarding the carriage.

As he aided his wife aboard, he observed Yasmine's face seeming somewhat altered.

"Wifey, are you alright?" he queried, grasping her hand and aiding her inside tenderly.

"Yes, I just- perhaps it's queasiness from the movement; I feel slightly unwell out of nowhere, but it's no big deal." She answered, then offered a warm smile, reluctant to worry him excessively.

"Allow me to check." Diana proposed, clasping her hand.

Having evolved into a healer, and drawing from her prior expertise as a top potion expert, she held deep insight into human physiology.

Yasmine settled in and held out her arm, permitting the goddess to assess her pulse and probe her form with her power.

Her look shifted to bewilderment, worrying Vritra, before turning to astonishment.

"Uhm, she's not ill…" the goddess uttered deliberately, hesitating at the conclusion.

"That's reassuring then; I suppose it's fleeting due to the motion, although as a dragon, I doubt you'd suffer from it." Vritra commented.

"Indeed, it's not motion-related either…" Diana broke in, drawing puzzled stares from them.

"In truth, she's expecting!!"

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