Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

The fate of Dorian Citadel was within the unknown grey. With the existence of the new transmigrator, only time would tell. What kind of future will it bring? Neither gods nor mortals knew. Only the 'Akashic Record' grasped the unknown.

In contrast, the Ouranos Citadel had opened new policies for their citizens to cultivate.

Individuals that were able to cultivate would gain extra privilege in terms of resources. Foel had hypothesized that the bioengineered fruits of the agricultural area had a good amount of mana that stimulates the progress of training consciousness to control their soul's tentacles.

By weeks or months in the future, the people that were able to cultivate would bloom like flowers in the meadow. The benefits were very enticing to most of the people too.

They got insurance for their whole family and also got an exquisite pocket sonur that would fill their living place with enough mana to cultivate. Foel and the Forest Caretaker managed to hire a few residents of Domeniul Ceresc to do the production and it got a stamp of approval from the Ouroboros.

Because of the rising complexity of the management system. The authority had recruited 20 more people from Domeniul Ceresc to be trained and work permanently within Ouranos Citadel. Of course, they would only work for 12 hours maximum with an integrated shift in which they were sent back to Domeniul Ceresc to refresh their energy from the angel's radiance.

The acquisition rate of the Aur Token averaged at 1 per three days for each person. This demand had made the Ouroboros stack more of them and made a vault and a whole undergoing base beneath the Ouranos Citadel.

By utilizing the divine power of perpetual creation, MF was able to 3D print those Aur Token at the rate of 100 per second. She had also been infusing divinity to her gauntlet a lot and it increased the efficiency of and the volume of the material content without the dark goo.

After the work within the Citadel was mostly done, MF focused on adding more content into her sect's library.

Most of the content being created at that time was mostly for the Physical Cultivation segment on the first basement floor. MF racked her brain more than ever as she used a different method of teaching to increase the precise understanding of everything needed to be known and the in-depth explanation to possibly uncover a new path for the learner—and also of course, increasing the content like how writers use excessive interpretation to raise their word count.

"This will definitely do."

Instead of labeling them as a part of one law where the movement sets and the symbols pill were integrated as part of the cultivation process. MF broke it down into a vast branching path of limitless combination where the disciple could create their very own cultivation law.

Because of the finding that any kind of 'act' would also develop into a symbol. MF put a guide where the reader would know what to do to achieve their goals by introducing these new methods of branching movement.

MF also listed the movement and action that was proven to create an act and added details on what other compatible next or former movements for the subconscious energy to encapsulate them into a pill and gave the practitioner an enlightenment.

After a long day of work, the afternoon rose. MF leaned back to her chair after writing thousands of books for the library.

"I wonder what kind of Occult Beast that the seed will become."

Only three days left before the awakening of the Occult Seed and a few more days after it for her birthday to come. So many things await her and the sense of accomplishment for being alive for her age to increase serves as a great nourishment for her sanity for what she had gone through after the arduous event of her life.

A sweet smile was shown as she let her imagination go wild after a hard day of work. She detected a wisp searching for her, the wisp went down to the basement of the sect's library as the atmosphere affected its mood to be more aloof.

"The Wise One, Lady Damascus, had arrived at Domeniul Ceresc."

"Really? Thanks for letting me know then."

MF departed from the future sect's ground. After a casual flight to the area near the center of the Domeniul Ceresc, MF descended before the destination as she saw Primis getting mistaken for her again. Curiously mischievous, she decided to spectate the show before showing herself to her good friend from the Underworld.

"Uhm, Lord Ouroboros, did a branch fell onto your head?" asked Damascus as she crouched down.

"Nuh, I've told you I'm not Lord Ouroboros!"

Behind the erinyes, was a giant Gargoyle three times the size of an average humanoid. One of the tribal kin of a hellspawn that was known for their intelligence in contrast to their average combat capability that was of no match with the majority of the noble kin within the Underworld. Due to their perks, they mostly applied as a servant or an assistant of a greater hellspawn as they worked their way to the top by serving others.

This Gargoyle with broad stone-skinned shoulders repositioned his glasses after finally meeting the infamous ally of his master. "Boss, are you sure that she is the Lord?"

"Hmm, she has the same appearance as her. Do know that the Ouroboros didn't have any marked mana."

"But Boss, she didn't have any kind of mana."

"Oh."

Damascus felt little to no threat in Domeniul Ceresc because she knew that the Ouroboros was someone she could fully trust. This had made her have zero awareness as she forgot to check the soul wavelength. Only Erinyes had this level of being laidback when reaching the safe zone.

"So, little one, may we know who you're?" Initiated the Gargoyle.

Primis stared at them both back and forth for ten second before placing one of her hands onto her puffed chest as she showed them a haughty pouted mouth. "Primis! The first Ourarian!"