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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 · Fantasía
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263 Chs

Soul Transfer Experimentation, And Also The Herculean Shield

"Besides losing full control of my arm because of a damned gauntlet, I wasted a night just to create a perfect doll that I couldn't play with…"

It had been a while since MF could let loose playing with her experimentations without getting chased by time. One could say that she was getting softer, but the truth was that she was less anxious and happier.

She didn't have the best childhood within the spectrum, doing nonsense without the guilt of thinking what she had done was a waste for a child trying to fulfill their needed recreational experience. Several centuries late, but it's still needed.

"Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally, it replies."

She did try to manipulate the subconscious energy that was sent to her continuously by her faithful followers to replicate the birth of sentience to a non living thing. Sadly, the amount of 'faith' she had wasn't enough.