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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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Pallas' Divine Domain

Somewhere in the cosmos. The gap of time, the speckle of enclosed realm where everything was conjoined with the universal line of different ad infinitum. Because of its creation origin, it was slightly different from the one that was attached to a divine spirit akin to a deity.

Just like a divine domain, time worked differently and its owner did prefer to use it more personally than anyone could imagine. Space was merely got tangled by any kind of mass there due to the unfathomable gravitation from all directions. This harsh environment wasn't meant for a mortal or immortal, it was meant for Gods.

Two times bigger than a solar system, the titanic humanoid entity felt a huge frustration, anger, and sadness in every fiber of its being. It then began to compress itself thousands or millions times smaller than its normal size and eventually into a being at the size of five times bigger than an average human. Immediately wrapping itself with a short cloth.