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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 · ファンタジー
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263 Chs

Shadow Life Creation

"Madam Foel, you look stunning in that outfit."

"And you're the same as ever." Foel chuckled. "Have you met with your new contractor yet?"

"Indeed I did, Lord Ouroboros is now on the sect ground. In any case." Damascus took out numerous black exotic boxes. "I've come with the promised cuisine."

Galukh opened one of the case lid and presented the foggy warm and colorful dish of many cooked otherworldly crustacean meat in extravagant arrangements.

"Rainbow Karatkapu!?" Tuli exclaimed, drooling. "I'm jealous, only the noble hierarchy could eat that."

"My friend, we're not in Dis, there is no rule here." Damascus shrugged.

"... Your sudden change of personality is eerie, Lady Damascus."

"Money changes people, Tuli." Foel grinned after looking at the grand cuisine. "Kekeke, I'll prepare the picnic rug. Let's go to the open glade of the flower field."

"We won't wait for Lord Ouroboros?" Damascus raised her eyebrow.