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Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

"What are the odds of gods for not putting me on the top? Screw it! Let's hatch a plot blacker than a kettle calling a pot!" Enter MFX90! Preferred referral, MF! Not that Mother******. First letter: 'Messiah'! Second letter: 'Father'! Why? Because you'll be calling her Daddy!—Despite choosing to stay female for psychological advantage to many heroes and transmigators along the way who find her scrumptious. A poet who'd lull you with flowery words before crushing it. A psychologist where lies and truths are but the same as myth. A strategist who controls the marionette like a pirouette. And a devil who hates hubris to the core. Living in a chaotic world with Usurpers and Angels trying to ram each other like batteries, with an ounce of stupidity faster than the reeling tape of misery. That 'MF' is the exemplar of perfection! Because it will be impossible to defeat a cultivator with just a little tinker on her genes. Who would have thought that being able to harness the harness proved to be horrifyingly destructive? This advocate of determination deem herself as a Skillionaire, collecting every knowledge and capabilities just to categorize them into 'Skill' within her brain. An internal system she created for herself to ease her lunatic tendency of human experimentation. But this 'MF' has a horrible glaring weakness. She has stage fright. ------------ [Sometimes contain mature, triggering, gore, and questionable content. Read at your own direction] [Checking the Tags before reading is advised] ------------ The cover illustration belongs to its respective creator. ------------ Craving for more something less obscene but still with the same smart and interesting protagonist? Try my "Re: Tentacles System"!

Yokoyokai · Fantasy
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263 Chs

El'tael And The Immaculate Foreigners

Damascus immediately cast numerous protection and life-saving lines to all of Lautus Tunguska's disciples. From Elon that is drifting using an armored vehicle, to Jaro who was in the middle of fighting the big figure of Bearing Edge.

The Quilled Dragon nonchalantly sat with crossed legs on top of the smashed carriage. "Someone is protecting you. There is nothing I can do. The sky is red, and we're within the presence of a higher being that is out of this world." He immediately relinquished his moment by taking a sip from his smoking pipe. "Better watch the spectacle before it stops existing."

Jaro, who thought that the Quilled Dragon was somewhat sensible, grunted and immediately sat on the ground as he anchored both of her hands behind to lean. "I can't believe someone as cool headed as you are on the side of the one who did the worst atrocities."

The unknown figure of the sky shattering machination conjured an object onto her palm. An hourglass, to be precise.