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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

Feasting Machines

"Dearest Foel, I shall introduce you to our new lovely guests." MF gestured to the two foreigner siblings.

Foel gazed at the cute dress that Pitka was wearing. After enjoying the fluffy sight, she then shifted her focus immediately on the other gothic lolita with a long bang that covered her whole eyes.

She was also periodically emitting a crimson vapor aura as if she was a ghost. Well, she did float above the ground like a ghost.

It was the first time for Foel to perceive such an adorable phantom outside of her past shenanigans as an excavator. There was nothing strange until she looked deliberately at her hands.

'Why is she cuffed!?'

"Your honor can refer to me as Lues," the crimson phantom initiated, slightly bowing while she maintained her eternal grin. "The one here beside me is Pitka, my sister—"

The moment Lues glanced at her sister, she noticed that Pitka had been staring aggressively at the tanomobi for quite a while.