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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

Primordial Hearts

MF tapped onto her communication channel with Damascus once again.

"The negotiation is a success. We will have two new figures in Domeniul Ceresc. Do proceed the extra interrogation lesson for the disciples to its end, and don't forget to notify Foel and the other of our esteemed guests." All of this was done with a single tap on her own cranium.

"As expected of my Lord, I shall deliver this news to Madam Foel right away." Damascus nodded to herself with a smile.

MF knew that Pitka was able to snoop at her conversation. But knowing that she hadn't suspected nor instantly knew the identity of the Ouroboros of Neamh proved that she was not omniscient like how most of the Gods were. Although MF preferred to think that Pitka was actually suppressing her power to reduce the information flowing. Either that or she was playing dumb all along.