Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

As the Occult Beast crept upon the man's soul, she assimilated the darkness inside with the shadow from the outside. Apparently, because Yaksha Tivra noticed it, he kept the strange room filled with illumination, not allowing Cyanotype to prod in the weakness that he had.

With onslaught after onslaught, the witch spawn became even denser and more powerful. No matter how many soul that Cyanotype impaled, dried, curled up, tortured and left rotten on her amplified influence of madness, the witch would be there to make sure that her master was safe.

"Show your utmost power, my precious Dogma!"

"Wait!" The rest of the Dogmas near him glanced at their master with fear. "Don't!"

"Muahahaha!"

From the eye of the staff that the mad man gripped, an untold horrible existence was spewed in gross manner from the retina.

It was a malformed humanoid with a clock on its head, when the tick ended at the twelve o clock, it exploded and then conjoined into an orb.

The rest of the surrounding witches were absorbed painfully, morphing their body in an uncanny way before twisting and condensing into numerous particles for the orb to feast on.

Scream and wail were introduced to the cosmic room. Cyanotype even stopped her discriminating attack and watched as the scene unfold infront of her.

She then retrieved all of the hidden Boogeys that she deployed, returning to her as a strength while waiting for the timing to take action. Because she couldn't allow any of her fragments to get swallowed by the strong gravitation of the orb.

"The old one might be the ecstasy to the pain of the unknown." She glanced at the crawling Dogma, struggling to stay away from the orb as her eyes pleaded for help. "But sometimes, only the eyes from the unbeliever could harness their mind to do what their bidding with a wide smile~"

Cyanotype savagely swung her bouquet of glowing red tendrils onto the pitiful Dogma, mutilating the witch into multiple dice of condensed flesh before it got absorbed into the core.

Right after all of the Dogmas were devoured by the orb, the object morphed the space surrounding it and punctured the fabric of reality to create a sizable portal.

From it immediately arose a giant Beholder, an entity that consisted mostly of a singular eye and grotesque tendrils. There was a golden bright symbol of sand of time on the pupil, followed by a geometric pattern branched from the edge onto the rest of its body.

As the unholy entity arrived at this realm, Yakhsa Tivra laughed uncontrollably, marveling at the result of the sacrifice that his servants were forced to make.

Instead of being happy with the crazy act that her adversary made, she was irritated. Cyanotype then frowned with a disgusted gaze. "I think you need therapy."

"I've already tried it! My brother! Nothing can help my insanity!"

The beholder shifted its gaze to the man for a few seconds before getting a nod. As its pupil glowed in spiraling vapor of gilded sand, an incomprehensible language was muttered as runes started to manifest and orbited the beholder.

Cyanotype was unsure on whether to act. In her usual way, she would probably flee and regroup her clustered decision list after smelling something indigestible. She would prefer to use her enemies against themselves by manipulating the strings from the back, but because of the influence from the Red Thirst, her mind was filled with the dopamine of wanting to acquire more blood to her palate.

Cyanotype rushed forward, aiming at Yaksha Tivra as she bore her fangs.

A red light appeared on Beholder's upper part of the symbol.

Cyanotype was back to her former position with all of the Red Thirst's influence flushed down the drain. The Occult Beast was confused about what happened, she also noticed that the amount of blood orb supply that she formerly had was there.

As the runes that orbited the Beholder started to glow in crimson red, a dimensional portal instantly appeared behind Cyanotype.

Without any time to react, a bouquet of tendril was spewed out from the portal in an instant. The same drilling tendrils of tentacles that were supposed to hit at the Beholder.

The attack was filled with a huge amount of malicious intent with every drip of the dark mucus coating the tendrils being made to brutally spread and deconstruct anything that it touches.

Another red glow appeared on the bottom part of the symbol on the Beholder's eye, the vicinity immediately got enshrouded with a gold geometric pattern, creeping into the surrounding of the Occult Beast at extreme speed.

Gold pattern constructed a golden array beneath Cyanotype, summoning more small portals with a dark gradient of red.

Numerous chains were accelerating from them, impaling the body of the Occult Beast, sealing her in that position.

Cyanotype tried to hide herself beneath reality again, but it seemed to be implausible within the current situation.

"Geh." Gooey dark substances were dripping from her mouth. "What a cowardly way to attack an adversary."

"All is fair and love when it comes to war, my brother."

The moment a second had passed, another three portals of the same kind with the one that replicated Cyanotype's tendrils were summoned in different angles.

Without being able to close both of her eyes to hide, she merely accepted her own fate as her vessel got mangled.

"Ah." An unimpressed look appeared on the man's face. "I thought the battle will be more of something greater, something grandeur, something, impeccable! But what do I get? Disappointment, truly, a disappointment."

As the core within the Ouroboros' Occult Domain started to crack, the inkish aura from the Nerull's Bane Symbols Pill began to shroud the wound, filling it with everything that it had.

Combined with the One For All Bestower, the Occult Core appeared to show an illustration of yin and yang, unleashing a huge amount of energy before unleashing a mild supernova of the dark creed from those who despise everything associated with death.

It was sending an equal amount of subconscious energy back to Nerull's Bane, empowering both of the orbiting pills as they were already in the state of equilibrium with each other.

A grin could be seen from the beast in the yellow.

[A branch has been discovered!]

[ {The Yellow Sign} ]

| \\\\ \\\\ > Cassilda's Song {S+} ]

| | > The Repairer Of Reputation {S+} ]

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[The Repairer Of Reputation: When the effort to change was overthrown by the will to acquire greatness. Those who sought certainty upon the path laid by the mechanical hands would be corrupted as their reasoning couldn't be comprehended anymore. Conspiracy were told, kingdom have been marked in bold, rotten beyond belief_

[These corruption that were done to anybody within the field of influence from the Mark of Madness would be converted into a driving force for the Occult Beast to live. By consuming the misfortune one owns or its victims within the same World Line or Reality, the Occult Beast could negate any damage by repairing them using the tears of denial.]

Cyanotype was filled by the influence of Nerull's Bane. The aura traveled to the hostile invader of her body, burning the tendrils and portals into nothingness. The gold geometric patterns surrounding her were eventually consumed by the same black fire as well, unleashing the epitome of corruptor once again.

"Excellent!" Yaksha Tivra applauded, shedding a happy tear after witnessing the miracle that unfolded in front of him. "You truly are! The most! Precious!"

Unbeknownst to the people within the strange cosmic room. A crack began to appear, shedding the layers of protection on the outside and the inside with sheer force.

A dark orb then pierced from the ceiling on the corner of the room, creating a tunnel while the remaining wall near it got decimated by an unholy amount of three cubic objects that was infused with devouring radiation.

Before the Beholder could even glance at its back, the very same dark orb was launched at it from above, exploding the giant otherworldly retina into a mushy slime that was scattered throughout the room.

More reflector orbs were bombarded against the special room of Yaksha Tivra. One of them landed on the giant crystal orb and shattered it into pieces.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"

The ceiling began to collapse, revealing the platform to blend with the darkness of the vacuum of space. Like an Angel that descended from the sky, the real Ouroboros revealed herself with a long spear on her grip, attached with a mini COPID7734 at the end.

Her voice boomed into the scene, "Brother, you say?" MF blasted a sharp projectile at Yaksha Tivra's eye staff, turning it into a slimey mess. "It's been a while since I met with an Ancient Origis, show me your codename."

Looking at the vision from the orb didn't gave him a clear aura that the Ouroboros portrayed. Not only that it led to a misinformation, but also an unrepairable mistake.

At that moment, Yaksha Tivra realized that there were two Ouroboros all along, but the one that was floating with ominous wings in the sky—he definitely didn't want to mess with it.

Unlike from the vision on the orb, In that man's eyes at this very moment, the Ouroboros was a mashed abomination of everything. Every race, every life form, whether it was a Deity, an Angel, a Calamity, everything was condensed into one living catastrophe that could destroy the entire world with a lift of a finger.

"Main-Fabled Experimentation, 18th child of the Zero Generation. I'm MFX180." Yaksha Tivra became weak, and slowly placed both of his knees to the ground, with both hands in the air. Despite the sheer amount of pressure that made him kneeled, he maintained his manic grin.. "I finally found you, brother."