Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 674 Meaaatttttt!!

BOOOOOM

A horde of enormous crabs got hurled backward by a massive blast, their forms torn apart.

Upon a single-story structure, a figure remained, his right arm lifted just a bit. Destruction followed every spot he indicated.

A handful of additional fellows lingered nearby, gazing at him with wonder, admiration, and trepidation.

"Denir possesses such strength; we've trailed him from the start, yet why does the divide between us widen endlessly?" one fellow muttered.

"Why not approach and inquire directly?" the rest snickered, causing the initial speaker to tremble.

Nearby, a fellow covered in numerous injuries lingered, missing one eye entirely while the remaining one appeared damaged.

It was astonishing that he endured with such grave harm.

Morgan, the player who had clashed with Vritra earlier, watched Denir's combat skills intently.

He was equally astonished that, without being a player, Denir had advanced so far, wielding an incredibly potent ability.

'Perhaps these perils are the trials set by the gods for us, akin to that individual and the restricted areas.' Recalling Vritra sent chills racing along his back.

The memory was utterly horrifying, freezing his blood with mere thought.

Yet now it was under control; until he located the other players, he planned to leverage Denir to eliminate that foe and seize the treasure from the beast's lair.

"Excellent work, Denir; through my skill, I can aid you in gaining even greater power, much more swiftly!" applauding, he advanced.

"Is that possible? Still, I lack trust in you, so prove your value in combat." Upon finishing, he aimed his hand at Morgan, who paled instantly.

Yet soon a smirk crossed his features, as though he had foreseen it, and turmoil engulfed everything.

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Vritra along with his companions traveled atop the blood cart, regretting the loss of the wolves and carriages.

He vowed to slay that mutant.

"You're not uneasy, are you?" he inquired.

In truth, he yearned to head home swiftly so Yasmine could rest adequately and avoid further peril.

Presently, traveling and battling posed no issue, but conditions would shift before long.

"Yes, hubby, I'm alright." She responded, struggling to accept her pregnancy.

Undoubtedly, this proved an inopportune moment and location for such news.

"Our subsequent goal is Blood Fang; rumors say its leader awakened a blood-based skill and lost his sanity." Maeve commented.

"Handling him ought to prove straightforward then." Vritra noted.

BOOM

Every mutant nearing them burst into a gory fog without delay.

Vritra glanced upward at the heavens, noting the intensifying heat as increasing amounts of snow thawed.

Perhaps with all snow vanished, navigation would ease considerably.

The same applied to the mutants, however.

His mind swiftly shifted to speculating on whether his child would be a boy or girl, and he started pondering potential names.

With this in thought, he couldn't resist turning toward Yasmine and planting a soft kiss on the dragoness's brow.

Caught off guard, she beamed at the affectionate, tender peck.

BOOOOOOOOOM!!

Precisely then, a distant detonation occurred, forming a vast plume of smoke resembling a mushroom.

Briefly, Vritra sensed an odd stare fixed on him, one that appeared intent on consuming him entirely.

Fiercer than any before.

Yet it faded rapidly.

'What's happening? Have I been spotted so soon?' he pondered, accelerating their pace.

Discovery by the Administrators or the World Bank's guardians was the last thing he desired.

Regrettably, or perhaps providentially, the initial one to detect him was a woman acquainted with him long prior to his birth.

She who had summoned the laws to bring him to the Zoratian world.

The very one granting him Mutamorphis, Divine's powers, the Mythic Halos, and more.

His clandestine benefactress, somewhat unhinged.

Perhaps deranged solely for him.

Across the years, the violations of rules she committed numbered in the stars; she even forged an alliance with the Divine, despised by gods and superiors alike.

Should her kin or associates learn of it, severe repercussions awaited, yet she braved it once more to reach this place.

And exerted every effort to ensure Vritra's rise to Titan status.

That golden-haired, staggeringly gorgeous lady, so otherworldly she rivaled Teresa, hovered over the smoke cloud.

It originated from that love pill; she had shared existence with him for ages even prior to his arrival.

Her present incarnation delivered the love pill to Divine, who then prompted Vritra to discard it.

The larger fragment traversed dimensions and eras, landing with her former self countless years earlier.

During her utmost fragility.

Thus, it puzzled whether the pill sparked her affection or if her preexisting fixation led her to provide it.

'Just a little longer… My beloved, you'll join me shortly, and then you'll belong to me alone!' Her eyes fixed on him before her form vanished.

Intense envy burned toward the females surrounding him, though she tolerated them.

Had she not, they never would have neared him.

Moreover, each of his partners played crucial roles in his future, explaining their access to him.

…

Oblivious to the deranged, infatuated woman's nearness, Vritra and his team soon reached Blood Fang's stronghold.

Numerous mutants fell to them en route, fortunately none overwhelmingly formidable.

"These filthy scum, utterly revolting!!" Yennefer swore as the squad stormed Blood Fang's outpost.

The victims' scene could provoke instant nausea, with countless deaths and blood drenching the earth.

"Huuuuuuh? Who's invading huuuuh?" An eerie voice echoed, followed by a mutant-resembling man emerging from a structure.

Clutching a ripped human limb, he gnawed at the uncooked flesh.

Cannibalism—this swine devoured his fellow humans with savage brutality.

Vritra viewed himself not as wholly virtuous, but certain boundaries remained uncrossable for him.

"Ohhhhh Meaaatttttttt, come for me uhahahaha." His speech pattern warped strangely, confirming his transformation into an odd mutant.

Throughout the outpost, none served under him anymore, having all become his prey.

As madness seized him, his former followers suffered first.

"Woommeeeennn meat meat meat!! Hand over alllllll meaattttttttt!! Sooffffttttt meakkkkkk." Discarding the appendage, he slapped his hands and charged at the party.

"You crave meat so voraciously, huh? Then savor this delicacy!!" Vanessa advanced, her gaze illuminating.

At once, Blood Fang's chief ensnared in a bizarre hallucination, howling and weeping briefly.

He then devoured his own body, ripping chunks from arms, legs, torso, and wherever his jaws could stretch.

"This fellow possesses remarkable contortion…"

Ergen attempted to ease the tension as the chief twisted to consume his own genitals.

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