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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 · Fantasie
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263 Chs

Dealing With Thuggery

It still felt weird that his language was the same as the universal tongue in this world. Aside from the obvious troublemakers, Robert was interested in why they referred to the scimitars he held as artifacts. Soon, he relaxed his grip.

At first, he wanted to quickly kill three of them in sudden action, knowing that the pattern of these three fancy leather clothed thugs had some weapons of their own.

'One is a sword, there is a small axe, and the last one has some weird orb floating around him. I don't believe in superstition but it's hard to stay as an unbeliever in this world it seems.'

Robert checked the mission screen in her right pupil, he wanted to know if those three are the 'Usurper' that the system was referring to.

Donning an eerie fake smile, Robert took out his scarf and threw two scimitars on his left hand to the floor immediately before the thugs closed their distance to a weapon range. This gave those three some time before picking up the scimitars.