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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

Gotta Catch Em All!

2 hours had passed.

The grand food production team was doing their job smoothly. MF still had more than 30 hours left before the end of the three days filtering in the veil of trial on her Citadel. Most of the new residents became closer with each other as faith started to surge more, an extremely productive day.

While the recreational paradise ensued, the unrelenting scouting party were drilling the protection barrier that made everything still look like a gloomy mountainous domain from the outside.

Their leader, a proud dragonoid, a race that was known as Aiseirigh, was approaching one of the laidback members, currently laying down and stretching her body on top of a slab of rock.

"Oy, Yitha, go check the south. I detected some mana signatures."

"Nya?" The feline's eyes widened, scratching her fluffy ear that was surrounded with pink hair. "Geh, it could be just some sentient mana-core eater or a sentient mineral for goodness sake."