Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 682 Greed

"Sigh, those pigs won't budge, what shall we do now?" Diana walked back and forth anxiously.

Hidden in this vast pit was an ascension path, though yanking it free might cause the door to swing open.

That's why they left it untouched.

The seven women gathered closely, brainstorming possible ways out.

"Our strongest bet is attempting ascension. With the ascension stones and full mutation already in place, we could battle them." Yennefer proposed.

Except for Teresa, Diana, and Onest, each possessed an ascension stone.

Spotting the ascension stone lodged nearby, it seemed perfect for Teresa.

"Yes, that seems like our only option, but what if it stirs up too much turmoil? It might harm others or even unlock the door." Fiona remarked, her brow furrowed.

Besides Vritra, none of them had witnessed an ascension.

"Husband will locate us; I'm certain they can't overcome him." Teresa whispered.

Yet the issue remained: they couldn't predict his arrival time or if the door would remain sealed that long.

At that instant…

DRRRRRRRRRR

The door began shaking and creaking open, drawing everyone's eyes toward the ascension path stone.

Ming crouched beside the fixed stone, reaching out swiftly to yank the ascension stone free.

'Quick, quick, I need to grab it—once the merge begins, they won't be able to touch me!!' Greed overwhelmed his thoughts right then.

He'd observed the immense power gained from these stones, and Vritra had claimed one of his earlier.

'So doesn't that mean this one's rightfully mine?' A wild grin spread across his face as he extracted the ascension stone.

"Hahaha This belongs to me!! Let me ascend, and I'll slaughter those bastards—hahaha, my wife's a slut, she'll regret abandoning me!!" he cackled insanely.

His gaze swept over the seven women, pondering if any might admire his newfound strength.

He pictured thrashing Vritra, his laser power wiping out foes while he built his own vast harem.

'I'm going for it!!'

But suddenly, he caught the stunned looks from the women and the three men, along with the rumbling door.

"Fuck!" The ascension stone slipped from his grasp, his frame trembling violently.

What had he just done? How did greed seize his judgment so abruptly?

Warnings had echoed not to disturb that stone, but his body had acted against his will.

"Kekeke It's finally opening, brothers—the old man's spell succeeded!" The scarred fellow bellowed wildly, striding in.

The elderly man, the lion-skinned brute, and the explosive thug all entered behind him.

"Oh, lovely ladies, did you long for me? Keke, grandpa's arrived." The repulsive old man chuckled.

"You bitches enraged me greatly; now I'll slice you into bits." The scarred guy roared, lunging forward only to be yanked back by the lion-skin wearer.

"Easy now, no need to rush. How could we destroy such stunning women? I'm offering you a choice: submit willingly, or else—I enjoy breaking wild ones too, keke." He guffawed.

"We must deliver them all to Morgan." The vacant-eyed explosive man stated flatly.

Over a hundred men stared in awe and desire; such exquisite beauties were rare.

Yasmine scowled, fixing her glare on Ming—that idiot had doomed them.

"Well, well, look what this fool snagged—hand it over!" The scarred man advanced, seizing the stone from Ming's fingers as he retrieved it.

"Hmm, decent enough; now it's your end, heh." With those words, he plunged a blade into his own gut.

Yet Ming cried out in agony, blood spraying forth.

"Kakakakaka Perish, perish, PERISH!!" Cackling hysterically, the scarred man stabbed repeatedly.

Fresh scars marred his skin, but every injury bloomed on Ming's form.

"Aaaaaah st- urkkk COUGH Ughhh" Ming collapsed into his pooling blood, guilt surging though he bore no blame.

"Sigh, that maniac's at his tricks again; fine, let him handle the small fry. So, ladies, decided yet?" The lion brute inquired.

Ming's body was punctured everywhere, and soon his breaths ceased.

"Now, who's next on my list? Kakaka." His eyes scanned the survivors.

"You swine, come at me if you seek death!" Shitless yelled, positioning himself and Onest against the foes.

The women powered up their abilities too; despite the vast gap in strength, they'd take down some and endure.

"Ah, pity—I offered mercy. But fiery women excite me; forgive my roughness." His grin twisted cruelly as he bellowed:

"Seize these wenches!!"

"Oh, this spot's buzzing with action—mind if I crash the party?" An odd voice echoed from the rear, halting the chaos.

Before words could form, a surge of blood erupted, erecting a barrier before the group.

Alarmed, they spun around to find one lone figure.

His face shadowed darkly, and instantly a ferocious bloodlust blanketed the cavern, seeping beyond the structure.

Dozens of men clutched their necks, gasping, eyes bulging.

Crimson mist billowed from him, the bloodlust solidifying.

"Who the hell are—ughhhh mmphaaaaaaaa" The lion man scowled in query.

Abruptly, Vritra appeared in a flash before him.

One fist gripped the jaw, the other invaded the mouth, seizing the tongue and yanking it free amid a horrific wail.

Ripping half the throat too, as the brute choked on gore, jaw hanging loose.

These vermin had insulted his wives and assaulted them—their ends would be torturous.

His right arm morphed into a sanguine talon, raking the hideous visage and gouging an eye.

"Aaaaaaaaahh my—My Eyeeeeeesssss uwaaaaaaaah" The man shrieked, his form shifting beastly.

His claws raked his own face, but with snaps and rips, his arms and legs were shattered and severed.

Vritra booted the writhing form aside, then pivoted to the rest, his murderous aura detonating fiercely.

Not a soul among them would live through this day.

Terror gripped the men, paralyzing their limbs.

Only the scarred one and the explosive goon snapped back.

Vritra charged, blurring into motion. With the severed limbs, he gashed throats and torsos, dooming them to bleed out gradually.

Wails echoed everywhere; none managed to trigger skills as over a hundred foes crumpled in seconds.

They piled in a gruesome mound, contorted and ravaged, pleading for swift death.

Limbs scattered, eyes missing, guts spilling—yet oblivion dragged on.

At last, Vritra confronted the last trio: the elder, the dullard, and the lunatic.

Their sight alone ignited fury; a moment later, and these scum might have ravaged his kin.

Abruptly, a torrent of blood engulfed all.

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