Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

Normal Usurpers would feel a heavy pressure from the scar and wound of Neamh that was etched onto this place. Even though MF hadn't been here before, she couldn't care less about the hostile environment with hefty radiation and constant wild-destructive beams from the nearby Calamities.

The flight kept going strong for several seconds as she delved a thousand of kilometers deep into the huge Ancient Battlefield that filled 23% of the whole Tavaroth Continent.

MF excreted the dark goo of creation from her left palm, might as well refer to the gauntlet as part of her body. She then crept her consciousness strings onto the substances and lengthen the pole of the halberd.

"From one to ten, rate your experience for the service."

"WHAT!?"

"I take that as ten."

She extended the halberd further into a pointy jumping pole—definitely not for jumping, and implanted numerous bio-rocket thrusters that were spread like a fan on the pummel end. Eyeing on the packed area of Calamities, MF hurled the skewered champion along with its enhanced halberd to the land below.

The red comet passed through a giant humanoid Calamities with tentacles, piercing a hole through its body before impacting the surface.

She looked to the sky, the planet-sized silhouette of Titan of Warcraft was observing her from above. MF greeted the godly being with a friendly middle finger.

MF usually refrain herself from creating any kind of biohazard or severe radiation with her action. But this time, MF needed no self-limitation to commit genocidal war crimes within this wretched land. Her mind was filled with malicious thought and it certainly affected her action on how she added more features for the modified halberd.

She had not only turned the precious artifact of the champion into an unmanned rocket, but she had also implanted an extremely dangerous condensed material near the rocket, together with its trigger.

'New type of nuclear bomb! Wala! COPID7734!

92 protons and 143 neutrons. The Uranium-235. 64 kilograms of it were enough to create a force of explosion equal to 15 kilotons of TNT in which MF might need some kind of protection despite having hundreds of meters range from the estimated impact of the COPID7734 nuclear bomb—A.K.A 'Champion Of Pallas Is Dumb' with number 7734 that could be read as 'Hell' upside down, sublimely mocking that the champion was dumb as hell.

Having enough estimation of the explosion, MF immediately transformed into the Anvriel's First Form and soared away kilometers from the designated center of explosion.

Her eyes were glued to her precious creation of the first nuclear bomb she had theorize a long time ago when she read the tome in Sacred Library when the security wasn't as tight. A smile of excitement transformed her into a playful devil.

The great COPID7734 pierced deep into the ground as it lifted the surrounding surface before the trigger reacted. It created the shockwave that compressed the core of the fuel, creating a nuclear fission reaction before the first phase of explosion began.

In the first millisecond, a ball of plasma hotter than the sun appeared and grew into a fireball kilometers across. Within this ball, everything was just gone.

Like water dripped into a very hot pan. A sizzle, and then there was nothing. The ground, the Calamities, and everything would evaporate if it had no kind of strong protection or divine wizardry to keep themselves intact and alive in some way.

First, the flash. An instant tsunami of light washed over the messed up battlefield in an instant. Normal mortal and weak Calamities who gazed upon the center of explosion within this moment would have their vision rendered blind for a few hours.

The heat of this light produced a thermal pulse. So energetic and hot, it burned everything around as far as 13 kilometers from the denotation site. MF in her divine form had no trouble resisting this feral pulse of destruction.

The Calamities outside of the giant devouring fireball were burning if they had no flame resistance. Charred from their skin, armor plate, hair, flesh, and to their bones.

Now the second phase began.

It only started in a few seconds.

Most life forms outside of the burning zone would not first notice that something had gone wrong, but it was already too late for hundreds or thousands. Because the flash was followed by a shockwave.

The heat and radiation of the fireball created a bubble of superheated and super-compressed air around it that expanded explosively. Faster than the speed of sound, creating winds that were stronger than storms and tornadoes and surpassing the first tier of elemental tribulation.

Its shockwave weakened as it traveled outward, but still, around 175 square kilometers of the Ancient Battlefield was grounded down and collapsed as if they were made of cards.

An eerie angelic voice echoed as it happened.

"This is beautiful."

A mushroom cloud made from the remains of fireball, dust, and ash rose kilometers into the sky in the next few minutes and cast dark shadow to the ever ruined dangerous zone. This artificial fungi of nuclear monstrosity then violently pulled in the air of the surrounding area, creating more destruction inward to the center.

If there were any living form up to 21 kilometers from the explosion, they would immediately notice the scenery of that devastating mushroom—the manifestation of power that was recorded to be used by ancient civilizations. They would be unaware that the shockwave was still coming at them.

After hours or days, this amount of nuclear contamination would affect the weather. An awful black rain would appear, with radioactive ash and dust descending to the ancient wasteland.

To everything within the zone of destruction, the invisible, malicious, silent horrors of radiation took its turn. To the surviving Calamities, every breath carried poison to its lung that may or not kill them from inside or enhance their mutation further due to the influence of the 'void' within their mortal vessel.

The already dangerous and radioactive dangerous zone had received its latest fallout. Numerous powerful Calamities would emerge from this environment even more.

In the sky, MF had calculated these future results, and she was only smiling thinking about it.

Although despite the scale of destruction, only 40% of the Ancient Battlefield was affected, and only 10% of the zone was severely annihilated.

"Might need a bigger one."