Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

The little Ourarian got into her position, bright smile and colorful confidence. The others sat on the ground as their eyes were glued to the poised and composed child.

"You can do it, Primis" Tuli shouted as she waved her hand from afar, munching on the cheesy and juicy meat in her mouth with a carefree smile. She held a bitten deluxe sandwich in her hand.

The source of the magically appearing breakfast was from the dark seed creation. Ouroboros had prepared a picnic set, complete with all of the consumable perfect for this occasion.

Toma was still inseparable with her master as ever as he was always within Ki's arms. He was getting spoon fed by the deity like an obedient child. Despite his cute demeanor, the hidden serrated teeth that this blob had definitely broke that expectation rather quickly when eating Ki's whole hand.

Ki still maintained her carefree smile for someone that had her hand gnawed by her own creation. "You can do it, Ki~"

Her arms then regrew immediately, only to be chomped off again after she took another sandwich that MF prepared.

'Sometimes I'm confused about the screw she had, sometimes it was too loose, sometimes it was too tight.'

The fact about Ki's vessel being able to regenerate at that extreme pace meant that her new divinity had been affecting her spirit beneficially.

MF was back to her maid apparel again because she was feeling rather exuberant, making out humble and rich sandwiches, adding the sauces and preparing arranged vegetables in the basket. Although, her feeling turned into a mixed one right after her vassal deity casually fed Toma the sandwich with an extra hand, literally.

Inhaling and exhaling in serenity, Primis was in the level of focus where her brain could differentiate and separate between crucial detail and unneeded information that did not activate her alertness.

Numerous consciousness strings began to sprout from her soul one by one. 'The perception space begins to separate by wills!'

"A firm and dense set of consciousness strings." A proud smile was smeared on MF'S face. "Her mental constitution will be off the chart."

"You can determine that by just the thickness of the consciousness strings?" Ki asked, handing out one of her arms with a two piece of bread wrapping a stack of fillings at the end of it to the cute yet monstrous blob.

"Yeah," Tuli crawled to approach MF. "Despite being a Fortress Establishment cultivator, I don't know anything about it."

"Of course you don't." MF took a pair of teapot and a cup from her divine domain and poured the aromatic tea onto the lesser container. "You would need to reach at least Soul Infusion or Soul Cradler phase to perceive other consciousness strings generally. Ki and I are Deities, our souls are made to perceive subconscious energy and other metaphysical existence."

"Primis have almost the same amount of string density as Tuli, but a lesser amount of strains," said the Tribunal Blight Deity with a curious face. "Doesn't that make Tuli extremely talented if the current state of Primis is doing extremely well?"

"Lady Ki, I'm really flattered!"

"Thing is, Tuli has mostly matured her consciousness constitution while Primis had just manifested her soul strain from the special space that stores the soul. Quantity of the strings had nothing to do with the quality. In some sense, Primis' would have a better perception than Tuli when she reached the same level of Cultivation." MF smirked.

After her expectation was broken, Tuli lay down on the rag and snuggled herself. "Hueee, I feel really small when you say it like that."

After gaining control of the metaphysical perception, Primis then tried to sharpen her spatial sense within the empty vision to shrink down beyond atomic level. The space beneath particles where the hidden string-like resonance that was elongated into a reconstructed energy in metaphysical form.

Primis saw many of them, the countless amount of extremely tiny strings of numerous colors, shape, density, and wavelength.

Because she was within the platform of hundreds of installed 'sonur' that continuously spread independent and stable converted mana, her consciousness was able to adapt rather quickly due to the presence and indirect contact from the flowing warmth.

For the act of conversion, she needed to combine at least three of them into a pattern. A loop would do but it is definitely one of the weakest yet easiest patterns of converted mana. Of course, she needed to have all of the three or more raw mana used for the pattern to be different from each other.

The shapes of a converted mana would determine the quality and the mana quantity. The more complexity and meaning it had, the more powerful and unstable it was.

All mana cultivators had their most compatible mana shapes. Mostly, their very first successful shape would become their most compatible pattern. Because the miniature realm would first awaken when a practitioner managed to convert their first successful mana, influencing the type and trait of their miniature realm.

Hence why it was one of the most important processes that would affect the long run when taken seriously. Many sects and universal teaching failed to delve into this topic because it was complicated.

'Hmm, Primis is taking her time, is this what I think it is? Who is the perpetrator? I highly doubt that it's Tuli who made her think like that. Could it be Foel?'

There were only a few mortals that were able to crack this secret code. Two of them were the Ouroboros—

And Primis.

The Ourarian's eyes burned. 'Aunty Foel said that the Athenaeum is the seed of a premature universe that was easily affected by outside influence within the unawakened state. Mana is a metaphysical material that is conceptualized from a wavelength, it holds symbolism. Surely, it will affect my Athenaeum beneficially!'

Primis dreamt of flying, she wanted to fly. Foel and MF had shown her the greatest feeling of grasping the dawn and the night sky. For the sake of it, she wanted to lessen her chance of failure even if the winning chance was certain.

Just like her creator.

"Uoooh!" Both Ki and Toma slightly leaned forward with an open mouth. "Primis is radiating a huge amount of subconscious energy!"

"I don't feel a thing!" Tuli shouted. "I feel left behind!"