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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

The Birth Of Aur Currency

With Kushi's thoughts connected with the Forest Caretaker, the major kindred spirit decided to use one of her body vessels to watch over him, worryingly.

It was Kushi's first time being able to understand and be understood by someone more unrestricted like this. The new gift from the Ouroboros did elevate his genuine mood for a significant amount.

Half an hour had passed, the food supply available for the citizens seemed endless. MF and the residents of Domeniul Ceresc overdid it. Because of it, the spirit butlers and waiters were recommending the people to save the dish with a sack or wagon.

Some of the volunteers worked together with the Alraune and Mandragora to craft those wagons. The slave—citizen of Ouranos Citadel managed to get used to each other in a short period of time. Mostly for the spirit from nature, they acted indifferent to the race that they deem as so-called animals.