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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"!

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Kon Kon~

From southeast to the northwest, jogged a merry band of variant misfits carrying their luggage.

In the most front, was a ferrakhian holding a map with an oversized backpack strapped behind.

"The White Tiger and the Black Tortoise must've really meant the northwest," The ferrakhian flapped the small wings on her head. "I'm sure of it!

Ragoni Cruten was prepared to deal with all kinds of problems from being trapped in an avalanche, to being suddenly mugged in their journey as her oversized bag was filled with decoy and all of her prized belongings were stored within her spatial pocket.

Behind her was the one horned chimaera with scaly plated arms and legs, donning an adventurous leather equipment and a cloak. "These grandiose invitation scrolls are filled with riddles, thank goodness that they weren't meant to destroy our brain."