Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

"The world above the higher plane, Oriovas. The place where some of the gods were naturally born. There is no concept of life and death before them, there was only domination and perpetual war.

"In that place, gods can be gods even without having any divinity, they were called the Orions. Each of them are bigger than the solar system, Neamh is just a snack before them. Such as the anomalies with the higher realm. Currently, those Orions are trying to pave a taboo."

Hearing it all right in front of her eyes. MF needed a timeout from the information hazard. Though she couldn't do anything but knowing such existence exists, she might need to fasten her conquest of Neamh.

"Don't tell me, the taboo is trying to descend into the lower world…?"

"Correct." Fortune walked to the area in front of the Ouroboros. The two meters lady conjured a chair and sat on it. "The worst kind of taboo, descending into a lower realm that is in the possession of other gods without their permission."

"So you're telling me, Neamh already has its owner?"

"Yes." The current face of the cocky Luck Goddess was more gloomy than her personna the first time they met. "Neamh, is Meteia's beloved."

"Where is Meteia now? What will happen to Neamh when he is gone?"

"Meteia is no longer with us. Neamh will still remain as his possession by name only. It was meant to protect it, as none was suitable to handle the chaotic turmoil and impurities within this world."

MF remembered the legend of the Champion of the Kindle. There were many variants of them due to the constant recreation in the passing stream of time, but 1003 years ago, she managed to get the first iteration of the full story.

To be precise, it was a very thick diary written by Meteia himself.

A minor god of dusk descended into the wasteland of the world called earth.

Powerless and clueless, Meteia was attacked by one of the Calamities roaming the wasteland. In the nick of time, a manaless and blind painter rushed to the rescue. Sutear single handedly murdered the Calamity by only using a knife and shield.

Meteia asked her what he could do for her. Sutear didn't ask for anything. Since then, both of them were together for many thousands years, traveling the world of darkness.

After that, the third Dodeca War ensued, supported by the Minor God of Dusk, they managed to conquer 4% of earth. Calamities and Angels had been hunted relentlessly and they too hunted humanity without any break.

That land was Kratos Citadel, as Kratos himself was present. Or so what was written in the diary.

Joyous, the mortals decided to rename earth as Neamh. It means heaven.

It wasn't meant to mock their enemies that came from heaven, it wasn't because they got drunk and called this hellish world as heaven.

It was a prayer to Meteia.

There were 7500 more pages of this magically thick diary, MF managed to read all of them and she decided to destroy it, burying the truth of this world.

Only she knew why she decided to burn it. Meteia himself must've wanted to bury the truth from the start, or else, why else none of the gods managed to find it?

After many thoughts, MF decided that none of the gods was worthy of knowing it.

Remembering all of that made MF want to puke out her intestine, she was so disgusted by the content of the diary. Trying to calm herself down, she manipulates her own vessel to not excrete any kind of sign and emotion.

MF's face was stern. "How is the frontier on the war with Orions right now?"

"Chaotic as ever, but I think we could last for another thousands years. This is why the higher pantheon decided to ask for help from another venomous scorpion."

"The 'systems'."

"On the mark!" Fortune smeared her face with her usual glasgow smile. "Though if you asked me, there is no significant gain from doing so. Meanwhile, Neamh has been those other-dimensional beings' target from the get go."

MF felt something was off.

'I see, it seems like it's too fast to trust this goddess yet.' Angers boiled down to her veins. 'So this is why Meteia left, there are so many backstabbers in the higher realm. So many black kettles calling the pot black.'

MF set a new goal for herself.

'New goals: Ascend to the higher Oriovas within 1.000 years.'

Fortune stood up, unleashing domineering aura. "With that, I conclude that we can see you soon in the higher realm."

MF closed one of her eyes, faintly smiling. "I'll be seeing you there, don't forget to prepare the party."

"Heh, I will."

Fortune disappeared into numerous particles before fully non existing within the Ouroboros' divine domain.

Sometimes, MF wondered if what she was doing was the right thing to do. Despite the countless contingency and calculation she performed, it just made her more unsure if things were going in her palm.

The life of a puppeteer was as stressful as it could be.

"Cyanotype, have you marked her?"

"Indeed I have." Cyanotype manifested behind the chair that MF sat on. "The Sign of Madness didn't really do anything, a little bit saddening~ tarara~"

MF chuckled hearing that. "Of course, you dummy. She is a god after all. Though now I know that our divine domain is as soundproof as a chicken coop. I've used a partial amount of power from the divinity crystal to enhance this realm more below the layers that Fortune made."

"Fufufu~"

"Fufufu."

And so, both of them decided to plan against any intrusion from the upper world.

Meanwhile, the pressure test was still ongoing within the sect's ground.

Jaro was suddenly able to move one of her arms to the back of his waist, doing a one hand push up in slow pace with a face full of wrinkled determination.

Every disciple candidate except Jojo was baffled.

'""THE HELL!? THIS GUY IS DOING A ONE STAND PUSH UP NOW!!""'

Damascus herself was speechless.

'Should I be proud or should I feel mocked!?'