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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

Vassal Deity

The grass and flowers began to block Suwa's vision, as they were rapidly growing in the influence of her presence.

"Gero? Seems like my time here is nigh. I have a pending prayer I haven't answered." The Deity of Harvest was then enveloped by a crawling soil before the ground devoured her. "There won't be any war soon, let's talk about it again on another occasion."

"It's nice meeting you." MF smiled as she waved to her departing new friend. In her mind, she was surprised. 'Wait, you can hear the prayer from your followers!?'

She then tried to channel her divinity and extracted the sended 'faith' that was different from others. Within it, there was a message, together with the identity and their inner voice.

She read them in her mind one by one

'I want to be the world number one,' wished someone she didn't know.

'What kind of number one!?'

'Lord Ouroburi, I want carrots,' prayed one of the rabbits in Domeniul Ceresc.