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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

Tulistan's Awakening

Back to her normal form, a tall and gorgeous lady with an alluring smile that was fierce yet curious. Mature assets, but spirited and young bratty face, in contrast of bountiful mountains. Silky smooth although it was paler than most demi-human in Neamh, making her look mysteriously entrancing.

Her presence in that form was extremely domineering even without her ominous wings. The angelic ring of plasma on top of her jet black hair did the job well in balancing her creepy smiling tendency with a mesmerizing dancing silhouettes of runes at the halo exterior.

While her eyes were upon the scenery of her precious land—proud of herself, she was reminded that she promised to do anything that her wife asked in the exchange of leaving her in charge of the Citadel to prepare for the encounter with the universe serpent, except that it didn't really matter anymore due to how deviated it was from the original plan with how everything snowballed into a hell of a giant mess.

"A big animal?"