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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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Struggling Civilization

The Rogue Citadel acted faster than MF thought, a thousand circuit formations were ascending in a ray, plunging into the sky and were scattered in a dome shape rather erratically with dancing circles and glowing clockworks spreading particles.

"Ah, trying to run away I see."

MF hadn't got any chances on further experimenting on her divinity in this manner. To test the water, she accumulated a good amount of Faith of Death in her brandished palm and did the same method of extraction like how she did with her Nerull's Bane aura to get its essence, using it as a catalyst before infusing the rest of the divinity into the sharp black spear that manifested from the pitch black of the concept of death.

She then brewed a perfect chemical of explosive substances from the dark seed of creation and imbued the spear into the explosive cocktail, consuming it and regaining its spear form again.