Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

"She is my first creation of life." MF took primis like a doll and carried her with one hand. "Cute, right?"

"She has striking similarities with you, Lord Ouroboros." Damascus leaned forward to take a good look and compared both faces. "Madam Foel's daughter?"

"I literally created her." The Ouroboros chuckled. "Why didn't you say anything about coming here today? I would've held a small party for a new member in the family."

"Aww, I'll enact the contract ceremony later after I meet with Madam Foel." Damascus took out an exquisite box and there was probably more inside looking at her cheerful expression. "I have some cuisines that I want her to try out."

"I'll call my wife here after she's done managing the Citadel for today." MF looked at the stone-skinned hellspawn behind Damascus. "Why don't you introduce me to your friend here in the meantime."

"His name is Galukh." Damascus gestured to her servant as the Gargoyle bowed with respect. "He is my assistant that is managing my Domain back in the Underworld."

"It's my utmost pleasure meeting someone as noble as you, Lord Ouroboros," Galukh said as he placed his hand to his chest.

MF replied with a joyous smile "Pleasure meeting you too."

It felt weird to the Ouroboros to be regarded as 'noble' where she didn't have any kind of hereditary history and accomplishment that was bestowed to her in the slightest.

Thanks to this alone, she knew that the name 'Ouroboros' was thoroughly known within the underworld and the rumor about the mighty ancient beast having a mortal avatar was already spread like an outbreak of sudden flu in there.

The popularity could be used in some way in the future. Maybe she will get a follower or an indirect cult somewhere in the Underworld if it was possible to begin with.

"L-Lady Damascus!?" Tuli unintentionally stumbled upon the small reunion with a couple of cultivation materials in her hands. "Why did you come back!?"

"Your debt hasn't been paid." The Erinyes smirked.

"HIIKKHHHH!?"

"I'm joking."

'... Why am I surprised that you have a sense of humor?' thought the Ouroboros.

Primis looked at her creator's face with curiosity. "Master! Are these your friends?"

"Indeed, why don't you take Damascus and Galukh for another tour in Domeniul Ceresc."

"Sure!"

MF put her down and Primis started to act like a tour guide as she took a stick with a single leaf on the ground and waved it like a flag. "Follow me!"

"We have many new things here when you're gone, don't forget to say hi to the residents too." MF smiled with closed eyes.

And so, the two hellspawns were off for a jog in the extensive beauty of nature. It had already become a tradition for some forest residents to follow the foreigner on their journey. Damascus and Galukh realized that some of the residents have the possession of a precious artifact, those who had learned the universal speech were able to communicate and they ended up making a deal with the artifact collector.

The Mandragora she was talking to explained everything about Aur Token and how that only the Ouroboros was able to make it.

"This 'Aur Token' is ten times more precious than the 'Hell Crystal'. It even had the same soul-like property but instead of the wailing and anguish of the damned, it was filled with a universal trait that can make up almost everything. Not to mention the high conductivity rate."

"Uhm, miss," said one of the laidback Mandragora, who was holding a staff artifact with an energy navigation formation. "What are you going to do with that Aur Token in your hometown after this?"

"Sell them back, and destroy the economy."

Because of the vast amount of belongings that Damascus had, a couple of the Domeniul Ceresc's residents had their hands on precious formation sets and cultivation material. Ain who noticed these notorious exchanges had sprouted an idea within his head.

Him, Asir, and a couple of the Forest Elixirs Makers decided to approach those who made a deal with Damascus and take a look at the exchanged artifact. Ain who had already read numerous scrolls about circuit formation were able to teach those Elixir Makers to replicate some of the less complicated artifacts.

The reason why he only invited the Elixir Makers was because they already knew the basics and composition of materials and energy. Easier to be nurtured into an Artifact Crafter.

Even though the energy used and the material were different, the craftsman group managed to improvised using the available material within Domeniul Ceresc and also their Aur Token. Mana or Elemental Essence weren't even a problem because of how dense the land was with that energy.

Ain and Asir managed to get 13 Forest Crafters at apprentice level starting their journey as Artifact Crafter on that very day. Weirdly enough, 7 of them were Mandragoras, and the rest were a fair share of Alraunes and Fruit Spirits.

Surprisingly, the Dryads didn't seem to have any affinity regarding magic craftsmanship, despite having the best talents for creating forest elixirs with many potent effects.

Ain wanted to create an economy and vast culture within Domeniul Ceresc. Because those residents were ingrained that everything that they do were the will of the Ouroboros, every action was turned into 'faith' in one way or another.

Not to mention, the Artifacts made by the forest residents could be sold on Ouranos Citadel.

Afternoon came, Foel got back to Domeniul Ceresc. When both of the tanomobi and the erinyes had each other in their sight, their smiles were those of two buddies who hadn't heard each other for a long time.

"Foel Mirage!" Damascus waved her hand to the approaching tanomobi in the sky.

"Damascus Vy Clezakh."

"Primis!" shouted the little Ourarian who didn't know why they were calling each other names, and wanted to feel included.

The tanomobi dropped from the sky as she deactivated her flying spell. Wearing the aristocratic three piece suit and long black trouser, with a black frilly tie on her collar.. Foel repositioned her monocle with a slight smile.