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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

MacGyver On The Loose

"So you're in a Mana Gathering Whatever Stage, and you and your dead fella weren't deemed as a Usurper?" Robert playfully sneered while giving Culo a friendly treatment with a scimitar on his throat.

"Y-yes! Only by reaching the Golden Orb phase, one could call themselves a Usurper!"

"Huh, this wushu things seems to be more of a maze than satan's scrotum. How strong is this Golden Balls phase thingy person?"

"T-they are able to fly and strengthen themselves with intermediate spells!"

"What are these intermediate spells?"

"I don't know man! Do I look like a Golden Ding Dong to you!? Urgh—!?"

Robert took a quick jab at Culo's face before spitting at him. "I don't want any bullock, kiddo."

"I seriously don't know!"

"Well then, I got what I asked for and I have no need of your stinking face in front my shit again."

"W-wait, will you spare me or nah!?"