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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

Stain Of Conflict

The Elder in the military officer uniform saluted. "I shall temper our disciples like a steel of churning core."

Damascus soared to the sky, piercing through a shelter of leaves that barely let any ray of light to hit the forest ground. She left a visible trail of mana dust in the air.

"Meshia." Foel prodded the tall deity whose lap she sat on. "What are you going to do to the winner of the cooking contest?"

"Fufufu, we'll probably give them their own personal accommodation near the sect. An extra reward, you could say."

The Pine-Looters who had been peeking their ears from the start, immediately prodded one and another as if they all had the same idea.

"Let's plead." Cassilk nodded to herself, as if she was proud of her ingenuity of a brain.

"Indeed." Cola also nodded to herself, with the same reason as her older sibling.