Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

Somewhere in the cosmos. The gap of time, the speckle of enclosed realm where everything was conjoined with the universal line of different ad infinitum. Because of its creation origin, it was slightly different from the one that was attached to a divine spirit akin to a deity.

Just like a divine domain, time worked differently and its owner did prefer to use it more personally than anyone could imagine. Space was merely got tangled by any kind of mass there due to the unfathomable gravitation from all directions. This harsh environment wasn't meant for a mortal or immortal, it was meant for Gods.

Two times bigger than a solar system, the titanic humanoid entity felt a huge frustration, anger, and sadness in every fiber of its being. It then began to compress itself thousands or millions times smaller than its normal size and eventually into a being at the size of five times bigger than an average human. Immediately wrapping itself with a short cloth.

Despite its size, its whole appearance was similar to a long eared and golden haired person with two drills on both sides in the contrast of a noble young girl—but definitely not on the scale of a young girl. Red pupils, golden searing aura, and golden tears from her flustered eyes.

The entity landed on a giant platform with numerous facilities within it, and it was certainly not what people would expect of an object and material concept used by Gods.

It was a gym facility packed with many oversized and over the top weights that was certainly not available within a mortal realm.

Inaudibly, the entity approached the gear and equipment one by one. The bench press, the giant weight puller, power cage, sun-dense dumbbells, and everything available with an insane amount of reps and conditioning.

A humanoid god that looked like a noble young daughter of someone wearing shorts and a sports bra. Her abs and other muscles screamed power. Slender with great conditioning and symmetry.

This is Pallas, the God of Warcraft—although it had been long deviated from her utmost origin but boredom caught up and numerous hobbies had permeated the lonely god who didn't have anyone to interact with as her circle of pantheon was doing a lot of events and schemes without her.

Just as when she was doing an excruciatingly long deadlift with the weight that was denser than a star, a man with a grand clowney outfit ripped open the divine domain as he barged into Pallas' venting session with an unamused face.

The clown was followed by four purple snakes that came from his perpetual shadow.

Merely glancing at the intruder, Pallas kept doing her deadlift while maintaining her perfect posture. "Ratios, what do you want?"

"Nothing, nothing at all, my dear Pallas." The clown took a handkerchief and wiped his nonexistent tear. "I've sensed a surge of emotion that came from you, anything that I can help?"

"I've dealt with it. You don't need to do anything,"

The man began to circle the God of Warcraft. Clearly, the unfathomable pressure of the divine realm gravitation was only a breeze for him as it didn't affect his elegant walk in the slightest.

"The other circle has made a deal with the 'Unknown'. Have you ever tried to nurture a strong Champion with the help of their service?"

"Forcing the death of a human from the past just to fuel and expand the anomaly of the mortal realm will be something that I will not tolerate."

The clown conjured an unfolded fan, he then began to fondle it in a sassy manner. "You've been too attached to this 'humanity' too much. Truly, 'Meteia' has affected you too much. Neamh isn't the beloved one anymore, you know?"

With sheer determination and zero fuck to give, Pallas kept a straight face as she maintained her golden posture. Not getting any reply, the clown continued.

"The Ouroboros have made its move and it's certainly too small for us to intervene. I've already heard the news about your followers and the fate of your temple, don't you want revenge?"

"I'll deal with the Avatar of the Infinity Serpent when the time comes. Unlike your chaotic tendency, I'm on the righteous side of the spectrum. The Pseudo Deity of Perpetual Creation might come to the upper plane soon and only by then I will directly settle my score with her.

"I can nurture another source of fate within Neamh other than the Higher Oriovas. The death of my loyal champion did sadden me but it's my fault for not training him enough." She then dropped her massive barbel. "I've the soul of my champion stored within one of the divine chambers. The amount of Temples I had across multiple universes is more crowded than yours, you shouldn't pry with my business."

"You want a strong follower, and you want revenge in your heart. Despite all of those universes you have influenced and conquered, Neamh would still be your beloved~" The clown laughed in a terrifying way, shrieking with a stretched smile that could only be seen on a devil. "The 'Unknown' shall help you. There is no demerit at all! How about this, I'll tell you the whereabouts of 'Meteia' if you want to try making a pact with the foreigner of the digital dimension."

Pallas hurled a space shattering smash onto the clown's face. The fissure was immediately healed by the intense gravitational force that kept everything intact again.

The clown might have lost his head, but he still had another mouth on his palm, grinning.

"I'll take that as a yes!"

"Introduce me to this 'Unknown'."

Using the gap of dimensional rift that was made by Ratios, another intruder entered Pallas' divine domain. It had no clear form and it turned into numerous forms of life when being gazed at a different angle. Numerous void cubes and vapor of numbers in numerous digits were brought into existence around this man.

"Where is the next customer?"