Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

"HAHAHAHAHA!? WHAT IS THIS!?! WHAT! IS! THIS!? DID I STRIKE ANOTHER JACKPOT!?"

A maniacal laugh came so harmonious from the unbecoming sadist. The moment MF pulled the scroll open apart from each roller. The content within was indescribable at best, unlike the modern technique or cultivation law book where it was explained thoroughly or vaguely to ensure the grasping knowledge level of its reader, this scroll doesn't play nice.

It wasn't the founding that made her as jumpy as a mole, it was because it had been a long time since MF put her hands to something so otherworldly like this. The merchant wasn't a mere mortal, it could be a living deity as far as she knows.

After the laugh, she casually put all the clothing one handed as tight as it should. She paused, and then sighed. "I didn't understand shit, but at least this was something that I could research in my free time."

The content of the scroll is not even within this reality, it was fourth dimensional. The fragments of symbols that glowed in purple flames were constantly changing direction and position to no end. Even after a full minute, there wasn't a repeating pattern at all, it's like random bullshit at this point.

She closed the scroll with a satisfied expression, sarcastically. "If only the scroll didn't make the void inside of me react, I would already throw this garbage to the street. And aww, now my slick cloak caught some of the blood."

And just like that, she tiptoed her way into searching for her cute wife to relieve her stress. MF was extremely happy, sarcastically. "Foel~ my Foel~"

She then stored the scroll inside the pocket space pouch as it floated and tumbled on microgravity along with the great amount of mid grade mana crystals. The old man devoid of teeth did give a great deal to a cultivator, kinda makes MF jealous because back then on her time—pocket space storages were a revolutionary invention and it bid an extremely high price that she couldn't afford even after making everyone on the bar go bankrupt due to her gambling skill.

Now those pocket space things were as common as shoulder bags.

"The feeling of putting something into a pocket of ever stretching space reminds me of when I put a coin into my piggy bank, back when it was a thing."

MF was so adorable back then when she wasn't a crazy homicidal maniac.

"Seriously, writers tend to over exaggerate stuff when in reality I haven't done much sin in comparison to how they made numerous plot holes and left it."

No! No fourth wall breaking!

Just like that, the venomous wench goes on with her way into her midget wife. And no, the tone definitely didn't change because the writer was upset but the editor is unamused by it. Actually, it was both.

MF could smell her wife miles away from where she was. The moment the green haired tanomobi appeared in her view, she rushed into Foel's position like an annoying eagle.

"Foeeeelllll!" wailed the woman with mental issues, lunging herself as she landed right at the perfect spot which had some mud in it, grabbing at Foel's leg.

Foel who just grabbed an extremely long claymore who attempted to store it in the pocket space was left flabbergasted, with some uncanniness and 'what is this woman doing.'

"Darling, what's up with you?"

"Nothing!" MF said as she got up.

"Geez, now your clothes are dirty."

Foel tried to shake off some of the dirt until she smelled a peculiar scent, the scent of blood. Upon noticing it, the other realization came without a knock as the dominos triggered a chain reaction. The tanomobi realized that her husband's heart was absent, there was no beating.

Despite the fact that her relationship with MF wasn't as close as those of true lovers. The hint that MF threw makes her worry and forcefully gave her affection intentionally than she wanted.

Foel's fierce dead-fish eyes shrunk with the mixed emotion she was having. "What happened?"

"Hush, don't worry, I'll tell you everything after we have a place to stay."

Behind her calm smile, was a psychotic and manipulative grin. Truly, she could just absorb her own blood if she didn't want to make her wife panic, it was all an intentional scheme to woo her heart and manipulate her into MF's possession. Foel did get a benefit for this as this planned act made her mental state to be calmer and confident, just like what MF wanted to fit Foel as her wife.

But continuing this would only hurt MF in the long run. Then again, she did this because she was afraid, she was anxious. Definitely wasn't a healthy thing to do, but who could help her beside herself?

Because deep inside, she knew that if she became untouchable, she would be unable to touch.

"Let's buy a sewing machine before we go to an inn!"

"Don't be so nonchalant about this!"

They ended up buying a sewing machine and some fabric sheets before going to an inn. After feasting on the dinner made by the local chef on the first floor, both of them got to their room.

"There is no one now, I already set up a soundproof formation." Foel said as she abruptly sat on the edge of the bed while sulking. "Tell me what happened."

MF told her everything without any lies.

Foel got back to her poker face. "So, you got scammed?"

"Who knows." MF then retrieved the scroll from her pocket space pouch. "You can see it for yourself."

Foel took it from her husband's hand. With her experience as an excavator, the tanomobi proudly deemed that this scroll was worth more than a Citadel. "This can actually be a M.A.D despite the merchant telling you that it was a cultivation law."

M.A.D, a Massive Augmented Destruction, a type of artifact created or founded with high limitless potential. From reviving the dead or destroying a whole continent, M.A.D could achieve many things despite having 'Destruction' in its abbreviation sticking out like a killer with an axe on a horror flick. Though most of them are referring to an unknown and highly hazardous object instead of an artifact sometimes.

There were rarely people who had their hands on M.A.D. It's just that rare.

"Yeah, not being able to decipher it kinda made me M.A.D."

"Get out."