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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

Ugly Meeting

As the Occult Beast crept upon the man's soul, she assimilated the darkness inside with the shadow from the outside. Apparently, because Yaksha Tivra noticed it, he kept the strange room filled with illumination, not allowing Cyanotype to prod in the weakness that he had.

With onslaught after onslaught, the witch spawn became even denser and more powerful. No matter how many soul that Cyanotype impaled, dried, curled up, tortured and left rotten on her amplified influence of madness, the witch would be there to make sure that her master was safe.

"Show your utmost power, my precious Dogma!"

"Wait!" The rest of the Dogmas near him glanced at their master with fear. "Don't!"

"Muahahaha!"

From the eye of the staff that the mad man gripped, an untold horrible existence was spewed in gross manner from the retina.

It was a malformed humanoid with a clock on its head, when the tick ended at the twelve o clock, it exploded and then conjoined into an orb.