Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 669 The celebration

Perched on the balcony, Vritra examined the prizes he'd claimed from every one of those 101 draws.

[14 Strength, 20 Agility, 18 Endurance, 20 Spiritual, 16 Free Attribute Points]

"Not too bad at all, that's quite the haul of stat points. Curious if there's further evolution beyond 200 points." Vritra muttered aloud to himself.

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[Stats]

(Strength: 146)

(Agility: 153)

(Endurance: 148)

(Spiritual: 202)

{Free Attribute: 16}

』

{Sin Points: 676}

'Looks like no evolution hits at 200, but my Spiritual stat has already surpassed it anyway.' The upcoming fight promised to be incredibly perilous, demanding every bit of power he could muster.

Particularly at this moment, to safeguard the dragoness.

Returning inside, he rejoined his wives amid the festive gathering, where an array of dishes had been laid out.

"Wifey, this comes from your brother for you." Vritra stated, passing her a plain sheet of paper adorned with odd markings.

"Divine?" Her eyes widened in astonishment as she accepted the paper, which promptly crumbled into ashes and vanished.

"Huh? Did it actually activate?" Yasmine sensed no immediate difference.

"It ought to have…" Vritra responded, uncertain on his own part.

"Naturally, it worked. Try jabbing her with a pin or similar." Divine interjected out of nowhere.

With a furrowed brow, Vritra explained the suggestion to her, and Yasmine urged him to give it a go.

Pulling out a knife, he attempted to nick her skin, but as the blade neared, sparks erupted and a protective shield materialized.

In a flash, Yasmine vanished and reappeared directly behind Vritra.

"Oh!"

"Told you so—regardless of what happens, entrust her protection to that charm. No threat on that world can touch her." Divine declared with assurance.

'Thank you.' Vritra conveyed, genuinely appreciative.

This assurance truly eased their worries; with Yasmine and their baby secured, they could advance without lingering concerns.

Now, Vritra felt even more driven to wrap up this game swiftly—he had no intention of Yasmine delivering their child in this place.

"Wifey, how much time until then?" Vritra inquired, softly stroking her cheek.

"For a dragon, it's about a year—similar to humans, only slightly extended." She answered.

'A year… we must defeat the other players and conquer this game within that timeframe.' He pondered.

Next, he distributed the newly acquired weapons.

Vritra claimed the spear for himself, as the rest didn't fit his style, though he stashed a few for potential crises.

"Yenni, yours." He presented the Elemental Core Ascension Path to Yennefer.

"Thank you, husband." The empress replied, gazing at him with deep affection.

She yearned to bear his child soon too, savoring the same bliss Yasmine now knew.

Not only her—Vanessa harbored the same desire toward Vritra.

…

Divine observed their joyful celebration of the occasion, then he shut out the view and shifted his attention elsewhere.

"Can't hold back anymore, eh? Things are bound to heat up now." Stretching lazily, Divine rose to his feet.

Her departure didn't catch him off guard; rather, he marveled at how long she'd restrained herself.

"Time to head out, ahh, staying stuck in here is such a drag." He strode through the boundless white expanse, a wide grin spreading across his features.

He anticipated the shock those gods would face when their meticulously crafted game and efforts crumbled to nothing.

The deity who dragged the Zoratian planet into this mess likely remained oblivious—or simply indifferent—to the presence of the Divine's successor.

Regrettably, once chaos erupted, those gods would face repercussions too.

Abruptly, a doorway shimmered into existence before Divine; passing through, he vanished from sight.

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As a full day elapsed and the sun began its rise, Vritra and his companions stood prepared to depart.

"Heh, you must be thrilled to reunite with your cherished wife soon." Ergen teased.

"Tsk, I'd prefer lingering here, sigh…" Ming rubbed his temple; tying the knot with that kind of woman had been a grave error.

At first, the thrill stemmed from outmaneuvering Ergen, claiming her after all his efforts on her behalf.

Yet, upon tasting his wife's treachery firsthand, only remorse and a lifelong foe remained.

BANG

"Move it, slaves." Shitless lashed them with his whip, startling the pair into jumping.

"Slaves stay silent until their mighty master permits speech—did you seek my approval first?" he bellowed.

"M- Master, may we speak now?" Ergen inquired; fortunately, his power dulled the sting somewhat.

"Hmph, you dare challenge me?! Begging for punishment!!" Shitless struck again, drawing cries of agony from them.

He cackled wildly throughout, utterly immersed in the role.

Though the duo inwardly damned him—wasn't he the one prompting the questioning?

'This bald freak, he thrashes us no matter what. And what's his deal? Why's he red and so… grotesque?'

"What? Staring at me like I'm some vile creature?" Shitless snarled, swinging the whip once more.

"Enough, let's head out." Vritra cut in, boarding his carriage.

Vritra reclined in Teresa's lap, the bashful goth beauty offering him treats and planting sweet kisses to tantalize his lips occasionally.

The carriage sped ahead, with Ming and Ergen guiding the way out front.

From the intel he'd gathered, Ming's glasses group maintained a cavern stocked with attribute stones.

Thus, they aimed to visit there initially, boosting their power maximally prior to clashing with larger factions.

Mutants occasionally charged at the carriage, only to have their skulls shattered.

"How distant is their base?" Vritra queried.

"He said around six kilometers or so, and post-apocalypse, this area's expanded massively." Maeve answered.

Her shadow powers proved excellent for stealth or eavesdropping from afar.

"Got it." He straightened and peered through the window; the city sprawled in utter devastation.

Structures crumbled everywhere, streets lay in rubble, all blanketed in snow.

Yet the chill seemed to wane bit by bit, with the flurries having ceased entirely.

"Seems the snow's starting to thaw gradually." He whispered.

Then a scowl crossed his face; rather than following the map's direct route, Ming and Ergen veered them onto a side path.

"Issue with this route?" he probed.

"Yeah, Ergen noted their groups label this as a no-go zone." The demoness explained.

She monitored the pair closely.

"Hmph, once we gain more sway, we'll purge these restricted areas as well." Vritra resolved, as they pressed onward.

Having journeyed several kilometers and slain numerous mutants en route, the carriages halted.

"Already arrived?" Vritra rose and scanned outside, spotting an obstruction on the path ahead.

It appeared deliberately erected by humans, with a handful of men posted nearby.

"Toll collectors, maybe? Or gearing up to assault us?" Vritra mused, stepping down from the carriage.

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