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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

It's A Bird! It's A Plane! No! It's Primis Flapping Her Arms!

Foel noticed MF having a shocked expression about what was happening from afar. She ceased her amused grin and put on her usual poker face.

Primis actually had a couple of successful tries with her unorthodox flying form, but this didn't change the fact that it was too ridiculous to be perceived in front of someone. Thankfully, her focus was so powerful that her brain didn't input anything that did nothing to the progress of her goal.

So she didn't know that Tuli was on the edge of laughing uncontrollably back then.

Foel put her palm on her cheek, trying to act a little bit saddened. "Tuli, how could you do this to Primis?"

Tuli instantly stopped her hazardous chortling. "W-wait, Madam Foal, what do you mean? I didn't do anything!"

"Tricking our pure Primis into doing such a thing." Foel clicked her tongue again and again. "Truly, benefiting your origin as a Hellspawn."

"I see, so this is Tuli's doing."