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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

Justice Is Blind, Not Effortless

"I see, so this is my brink end." With a sinking heart, the demon crawled to plead, prostrating. His bright smile was still there but now was sullied by his own tears. Not even facing his opponent eye to eye, his confidence and courage was challenged and his justice didn't prevail. "If this is my fate, then I, Jaro Lagoon, shall be your—"

"Fool!"

The word echoed in his mind. A 'fool', wherever Jaro goes, there would always be this title following him, numerous voices from the people he knew were haunting him.

'You're such a fool, there is no way that us demons would mingle with those mortals.'

'So what? Even if they had feelings, they didn't deserve a single bit of it.'

'There is no such thing as justice! Don't act like a kid and go clean this street!'

'Are you a fool!? You almost died! The village is no more! You hear me? No more!'

'You can't cultivate, forget about it.'