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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

Occult Seed Fragments

"124,457 Codexes are done! And there are more than trillions more! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Sanity became scarce in the head of the Ouroboros. It might be fun to store any kind of information without pressure but MF felt a heavy repulsive feeling in her chest.

Numerous streamlines of faith began to focus on transferring the faith of death and determination. It was such an ominous pattern that it became more and more concentrated by two of her major followers.

'Lord Ouroboros! Save me! I'm scared!' prayed Tuli.

"You're always scared of everything. You'll do fine."

Then another one that came from Asir.

'May the Wise One lend me her strength. My devotion shall be the proof to the moment I sacrifice my own existence.'

"Urgh, now I wonder who in the world is this adversary."