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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

Scouting Party?

The head of the Cannon Yelper fell to the ground, another one came to the scene until a giant sword fell onto it, decapitating the wingless ground wyvern.

"New variant of Yelper, its cannon is devastating enough to break through a level three mana barrier."

A hooded woman floating in the air, equipped with armor of mild protection engraved by orichalcum runes upon a bluish special steel of its plate. Neither light nor heavy, on her back was a circular rack of sword-holders that could hold 4 normal swords at every 45° angle. Her long silver hair was escaping from her hood. Her race was unknown.

Her mana's wavelength was that of a usurper in the Peak Alcazar Establishment stage. It could have terrified many low rank calamities but the Yelper certainly was being controlled by someone.

The swords were at the size of a normal sword but when unsheathed from its holder, it grew into eight times its size. "There is another one, Gushen, seven o'clock from you.'