Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 683 The Fake Psycho

A sudden torrent of blood struck the three remaining men, slamming them forcefully against the hard walls. The pressure was so immense that the old man's spine bowed perilously, nearly snapping backward.

The man capable of explosions hauled his two companions upward to stable ground, their bodies swaying as the crimson tide finally receded.

"Ugh... please! I am innocent here, they forcibly dragged me along! Have mercy, I beg you!" the elder whimpered, desperately trying to contort his face into a mask of pity. Deep down, however, he was frantically attempting to weave a curse upon Vritra. The only flaw in his plan was the agonizingly slow activation time of his hexes; back when he targeted Ming, it had taken hours for the effects to manifest.

Vritra's cold gaze locked onto the old man. He had overheard every revolting comment while storming the chamber. Truly, this geezer was the most detestable of the lot.

Just as the elder began to finalize his curse, twin streaks of blood surged forward.

SWISH

In a heartbeat, the old man's arms were severed, followed immediately by his legs. Vritra reached out into thin air, and the man's body was yanked forward, his throat trapped in Vritra’s iron grip.

"COUGH... please, aaaaah! I have a family! Mercy... my son, have mercy..." he shrieked, agony distorting his features.

"Very well." With his free hand, Vritra drove a finger directly into the elder's eye socket. The blood-coated digit pierced the eyelid, causing the eyeball to burst. As the man’s wails intensified, Vritra repeated the gruesome process on the other eye.

"You had quite a foul mouth earlier. Go repent properly in the depths of hell." With a swift motion, Vritra ripped out the man’s tongue and tore the lower jaw clean away. He discarded the mangled, barely living heap next to the lion-man, leaving only two enemies remaining.

The commander of Morgan, who wielded the explosive power, acted with frantic haste. He aimed his palms toward Vritra, and while loud detonations erupted, they missed their mark, shattering only the stone wall behind. Vritra’s form flickered, leaving nothing but lingering afterimages.

BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM

The commander spammed his ability relentlessly, threatening to bring the entire cavernous ceiling down upon them. Yet, Vritra’s movement speed was far superior; he vanished and reappeared directly behind the commander in an instant.

Though he desired to inflict suffering upon this puppet, Vritra realized the man was hollow, functioning merely as an emotionless thrall for Morgan.

KCCHHH...

Vritra’s hand punched through the commander's chest, his strength peaking at nearly 400 points as he clutched the pulsing heart and tore it free. A gaping cavity formed in the commander’s torso, killing him instantly in a spray of blood.

Only the scarred man remained, staring back at Vritra with a wide, manic grin.

"Kekeke, go ahead and kill me! I nearly tore those bitches to pieces, aren't you going to finish the job?" he cackled, radiating an aura of chaotic fearlessness.

Vritra frowned, sensing something was fundamentally wrong before his strike. The man had ample time to use his ability, yet he stood completely still.

A stray drop of blood slashed across the scarred man's arm, but to Vritra’s shock, a corresponding gash appeared on his own skin. 'He can reflect damage back to me? How is this mechanism triggered?' he analyzed, his mind racing. It couldn't be through direct blood contact, as Vritra hadn't bled. Was it scent? It seemed too far-reaching to be an omnipotent curse.

'Does it activate through sight?' Vritra flashed away, another droplet of blood scratching the scar-faced man's arm. Once more, the wound mirrored onto Vritra’s body despite him being out of the man's line of sight.

'If not that, then what?'

"Hahaha, still can't grasp it? Such a shame, you’re quite formidable. I’m going to kill you and absorb your mutation progression! It will make me invincible, and then I’ll slaughter everything hiding in this place!" He laughed wildly. As he lifted an arm and stabbed his own shoulder, blood sprayed from Vritra’s shoulder instead. Ignoring the pain, Vritra didn't flinch, instead commandng blood-wrought tentacles to surge forward and bind the man.

"Ugh, let go, you bastard! Fight me like a man—mmpphh—" his protests were cut short as the coils tightened.

As Vritra’s shoulder wound healed, he noticed a subtle anomaly. "The shadows... they’re behaving strangely." A flicker of terror crossed the scarred man’s face, which he struggled to conceal.

'So it's shadow manipulation. How does one sever such a link?' Vritra raised his right hand, unleashing a torrent of intense flame. The floor illuminated, and the scarred man's shadow shuddered, instinctively recoiling. The connection was severed.

"Now, what were you saying?" Carrying the roaring flames, Vritra paced forward and engulfed the man.

The arrogant, insane facade shattered, replaced by raw, unadulterated fear. The man was only a psycho when he held the upper hand. Heart-wrenching screams echoed through the cave as the man was consumed by the pyre, though Vritra ensured he didn’t perish too quickly. He allowed the fire to burn while a blood-whip licked across the man's flesh, flaying skin and muscle and carving into his internal organs.

"Well, we wouldn't want to leave your friends out of this bonfire party, would we?" Vritra smiled cruelly as he turned toward the elder and the lion-man.

Two sharpened blood-spikes manifested. He grabbed the limbless lion-man and slammed him down onto the spike, driving it deep through his body. He repeated the performance with the elder, their combined screams drowning out the silence of the cave.

"Like that? Let’s truly start the festivities." Vritra ignited them as well, the three men burning in slow, agonized synchronization.

"Heh, you guys are really fired up today. Enjoy your final journey to hell," Vritra murmured, sealing them away behind a wall of blood. When he dissolved the barrier shielding his family, they were finally spared the sight and sound of the carnage.

"We are finished here. Everyone is safe, right?" Vritra asked, his expression softening into a gentle smile.

"Yes, darling, we are unharmed. Thank you for saving us..." Fiona clung to him. If Vritra had arrived a moment later, the consequences would have been dire. Even in this realm, they struggled to keep pace with his rapid evolution.

"Let's depart. Time for you to ascend, and then we shall purge the remaining bases," he declared, casting a protective glance over his wives.

"You wretch, where have you been all this time?" Shitless exhaled, wiping sweat from his brow. He almost felt compelled to unleash his true, hidden evil—the dark power that had resided in his right eye since birth. Yes, his delusions remained strong as ever.

"I finished off that man, but I somehow managed to secure another ascension stone..." Vritra explained, omitting the encounter with the madwoman. He hoped never to cross paths with her again; she was too dangerous, and he possessed no leverage against her.

"Even the administrator showed up... sigh, I'm just glad you’re safe," Yasmine said, hugging him tightly. As if the perils of this world weren't enough, they now had to deal with such monstrous entities.

"Oh, right!" Teresa trotted over to a corner and retrieved a stone—the very same ascension stone Ming had unearthed. "This is perfect for me," she remarked, standing back by his side.

"Alright, let's head out." Vritra turned to lead the way, still needing to collect his rewards. But abruptly, a shadowy streak flashed across the ground, and a long whip lashed toward them with terrifying speed.

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