Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

With a deadpan, MF immediately activated the 'Destructive Blood' that was already invading her body through the spear as they conversed. This wasn't the first time that she felt a repulsive emotion from the disgusting act of a cultivator who thought that they could do everything they wanted just because they can.

The nanomachines shredded Tuli's whole body inside the armor. It ended with her head decapitated and fell to the ground. MF took the time to dress herself, she tied up her waist-length hair with long black ribbons into fluffy twintails before she pulled the spear that was stuck on the wall before jamming it into the fake-lifeless head.

Tuli immediately moved her bodiless head out of the way. It seemed like she realized her talent for dodging and escaping. She took a single pill from her space pocket before her whole body was regenerated again.

But this time she won't be running away again. Having two ridiculously strong people to chase her ass won't do her any good. So she immediately kneeled down as she slammed her face with the force that made the ground crack.

"Please let me be your follower"

MF squinted in Irritation, she then took the blood spear out from the ground. "The aftertaste won't be washed easily after abruptly drinking poisoned tea, you couldn't just act as if nothing happened after what you did."

"T-then let me be your disciple!"

"No."

"Let me be your servant!"

"No."

"L-let me be your slave!"

"Deal."

The hellspawn conjured an ethereal contract and a quill, floating as Tuli intensely prayed to the gods in the hope of staying alive, despite coming from the underworld.

MF was surprised. Only the dwellers from the underworld knew the 'Absolute Contract'. Presumably because it was some kind of a kink or a guilty pleasure there for making and following a contract to their utmost best. In this case, Tuli was absolutely mortified, she didn't gain any pleasure or anything other than horror.

"You forgot 'My soul and body' as the material of your offering." MF widely smiled.

"Y-yes!"

The contents of the contract was changed in an instant. With an appeased heart, MF sealed the deal with an Ouroboros symbol as her signature.

'Ouroboros symbols!? That symbol was banned 5000 years ago after the symbolic manifestation gained sentience. Don't tell me that, she was the Ouroboros's avatar!?'

The thought of having a grand existence such as those beyond any mortals and the underworld's comprehension gave her a tingle of excitement and fear. Either it was the dread that was crawling behind her, or a blessing in disguise.

By getting herself affiliated with a supreme being should increase her cultivation immensely even as a slave, who are considered lower than a feral animal.

"Your name." MF slouched down as she crossed both of her arms below her breast. "A hellspawn should've given their true name before giving their life's ownership."

"T-Tulistan. M-master, my true name is Tulistan."

An underworlder's true name is their everything, giving their true name to someone means that they are giving away their life into the possession of a greater being in the hierarchy.

Still kneeling, Tuli detected two huge sources of mana outside the cave. MF noticed the disturbance, she foreboded the possible collateral damage so she left with haste. She wanted to keep her newfound precious chamber in one piece.

MF raced to the outside. She was greeted by two unwelcoming men. MF compared the mana wavelength within her core to those two individuals. She was struck with the realization that they had one thousand times the amount of her feeble mana.

A single sweat dripped from her forehead. Thankfully, her squint and eternal smile saved her unpredictable shock.

"M-mommy—I mean, master! They are the battle puppets that were chasing me!"

'Urgh,' MF inaudibly groaned. 'It seemed like it will take a while before I could finish my last gene implementation. I still haven't even done my favorite part which is the experimentation! How dare they take this precious time from me. Not to mention, that I ended up having a pervert as my contracted slave.'

MF had 30 months worth of energy. It seemed like she could spare some of her attention to a small carnage to vent her irritation.

One of the battle puppets twitched when Tuli appeared on their sight. Not letting those powerhouse acted, MF did the initiative.

In the blink of an eye, MF disappeared while leaving a massive shockwave from the concentrated combustion of her wings. In an instant, she put her dress into her pocket-space pouch before blasting at eight times the speed of sound into the horizon. Reason? She didn't want the wind pressure to tear her dress.

'I really need to enhance this dress when I'm back to my Citadel.'

MF used her teeth to hold her space pocket pouch. After gaining enough momentum, she immediately took a sharp turn.

In just 0.005 second on her flight to go back to the direction of her former position, MF ripped a huge wound on her palm with her fangs to increase the volume of her bloody weapon's nano-monstrosities, meticulously inputting every blood cell with 'Mana Utilizer' to keep them stay alive longer outside of their host.

She shaped her spear into an extremely sharp 20 meter single-edged sword. The moment she reached the entrance of the cave, MF maneuvered her wings' thrusters to use every kinetic energy for slashing those battle puppets into oblivion, along with the mountainous terrain in the vicinity.

Her flight stopped together with the pulsating beat of the battle puppets' core on their chest as they were diced and torn into pieces. MF glanced a little bit before throwing a flurry of slices to ensure that there were none left or the puppets to function incase that they had regenerative ability.

Some parts of the mountains fell to create a landslide, the rumbling of nature was enough to scare the shit out of Tuli who smiles forcefully while chanting "I'm glad that I chose to be her slave" repeatedly in the state of denial.

'Also, why are you naked again!' Tuli shouted in her mind after she accepted reality.

MF tilted her head, glaring at her new slave with numerous thoughts of radical experimentation from all of the trouble she had brought.

Until MF realized that the 'trouble' wasn't as small as she thought.

A giant cloud descended from the sky, carrying a throne with an angry individual biting on her thumb. She then stood on top of her throne, inhaling enough breath to scream.

"TULIIIIIII!!"

"HUEEEEEKKHH!!?"

"HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU ANGERED!???"

Everyone was in a dilemma, an irritable dilemma.. But one thing for sure, everyone really wanted to punch Tuli in the face.