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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

One For All Bestower

"..."

A life had sprung. The swirling faith of life had constructed a new sentience.

The clone looked up to the ceiling, wondering what it was, where it was, how it tasted like. Its mind was empty, but because its creator had inputted all of the necessary muscle memory for a newborn to understand what was going, the clone immediately knew what to do as if it was second nature.

It stood, looking left and right, up and down. Just like an organic AI in testing phase, the clone was trying to use all kinds of muscle memory given because it was the only thing it could trust.

"A, I, U, E, O." A feminine voice came out of its open mouth, despite not having any gender. "Voice is clear."

It noticed the gothic clothing that was wrapping its body. It suddenly felt protected. There were too many questions yet not a single answer, but the clothes were cute so the clone stopped to question why the dress was worn by it.