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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 · Fantaisie
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263 Chs

Electric Sheep

Before the attack from the crimson phantom occurred.

Damascus held her head high despite the anxiety. She already evacuated the disciples away but she needed to remain within the sky above the giant concealment dome in case that her lord instructed her anything related to an emergency for this event.

At first she noticed a killing intent was slipping behind the light-blue haired foreigner with the admiral cap. She felt that something bad might happen to the point that she was ready to sacrifice herself. Brandishing the seven deadly sins of a weapon, she leaned to the front of the edge of her sentient cloud.

"Those two entities are but unfathomably powerful beings. If they claimed that they were gods in ancient times, I would instantly believe them the moment I glimpsed the amount of mana that they had.

"No, only 40% of the energy that they emitted is mana. The rest are something else…