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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

Yaksha Tivra, The Timeless Primal Of Madness

To increase her survival rate, MF created an attachable extension of a hyper-speed propelling rocket. She then transformed into her Angel Form and strapped the equipment onto her back and each of her limbs.

With a rush of adrenaline, the Ouroboros boosted herself at an insane speed faster than twenty times the speed of sound.

"You won't fight it~?" Cyanotype wafted near the Ouroboros like a grabbed balloon, matching the speed of the Pseudo-Angel at her utmost speed.

MF merely sneered. "I'm not on drugs enough to take that thing head on without any plan or anti-planet weapon."

The planetary turtle summoned numerous magic formations at various sides. Some of them were at the size of the continent, while some of them were at the size of an adult human.

All of them began summoning various mystical creatures at their respective formation size. The portal of myriad formation was shining in the darkness of the galactic night.