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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

Ollen Of The Wood

"Oh well, it seems like I'm at my short end." Ollen grinned so nonchalantly as he began to sit on the ground. His droopy eyes could be seen still clearly furrowing but with less intensity, showing that he had fun and had embraced his end. "You didn't even use ten percent of your power at all."

The dome of capsulation faltered, revealing both of the Angel Slayer and the Dark Angel upon the eye of the world once again.

"You're too pitiful to fight me," said MF as she mirrored the grin on her surrendering adversary. Meanwhile, her mind was speaking an entirely different thing. 'At last! Finally! The fight is done! Holy Serpent, I'm really on the verge of shitting myself because of how intense that was.

'Of course, I'm still in particular, holding most of my strength because all of them weren't meant to be used in a close range fight! The whole situation of being trapped within a small space, fighting with a mad man that could cast a hundred spells all at once is too much!