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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

Fun Little Interrogation

None of them replied, as their whole muscles were focusing on trying to stay alive.

'This pressure!?' Carla managed to lift her face by an inch trying to take a clear look of the menacing woman who stood before anybody else. 'The wavelength is blurred, could it be!? A Soul Infusion Usurper!? THERE IS A SOUL INFUSION USURPER!?'

Ragoni had all of her front body smeared by the surface. While the other were struggling on trying to rebel, the orange haired ferrakhian had zero driving force on doing even anything.

Still conscious, she let her body get pressed into the warm tile. She was like a lizard playing dead at this point.

The same case with Guda.

Out of all of them, there was only one person who managed to stare the eye of the hellspawn.

Jojo seeped her gaze deep into the danger. Damascus felt atrociously happy knowing that there was at least one person who could withstand her presence.