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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

Taking Up Other God's Champion For A Ride

Against the weather, twas the dark. Neither lantern or righteous spark, would persist the coming of molten anger that would only harden against itself.

The sky bowed to the champion.

The ground bowed to the champion.

But would it have what it takes to make a Deity bow?

"OUROBOROSSSS!"

With an open arm and a sly squint, the pseudo-deity in the pajamas had received her portions of angst where she wanted to wipe out a Citadel from the map if anyone were about to mess with her precious Domeniul Ceresc.

"My my, isn't it the cockroach of those so called Usurper. Whoops, I forgot that it was an insult to the cockroach for calling you lots as insects."

The angry guidance in the form of whisper made it through the ears of the red champion. "YOU! OUROBOROS! YOU TOOK MANY THINGS FROM THE ALMIGHTY LORD OF MINE! I'VE COME HERE TO MAKE YOU PAY!"

"... Do you have the slightest idea how little that narrows it down?"