Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

Panic was never a factor. She looked into the maw of her burning reactor, as it tried to absorb the unknown energy within the unknown dimension as much as it possibly could. MF saw that the property of this unique mana-like energy was highly different from normal mana or subconscious strings like those within the symbols pill.

But due to the identical form, it was compatible with the mana reactor enough to deem it as mana and convert it into 'Strange Matter', corroding MF's body from the inside through the conducted bone's passage. So MF tweaked her mana reactor to create one more socket to store this unique energy, isolating it out of her body structures.

The words still echoed in her mind, prying more and more, she found out that the unique plane of existence was similar to a soul's hidden private realm within a living being. Essentially, she was currently within the private space that contained the soul of Anvriel.

'So this is your true form.'

If Anvriel managed to unleash its true form upon the mortal plane, an innumerable amount of people would die, and so far there were only 4 people within Neamh that had neutralized an Angel in their true form.

Thanks to the unique laws of this place, MF could try to buy some time or even kill the Angel before it began to manifest into the form outside of its private dimension.

'If someone could do it, then it was never impossible, just incredibly difficult.'

While she was planning the next move, the trapped Ouroboros decided to see if she could converse with this unknown entity.

"Could you hear me? O' wicked shapeshifter of the damned."

A tremoring wavelength blasted from one of its body parts shaped like a gigantic ring. The pain that it brought to MF's ears was the equivalent of having her possess earphones capable of mimicking the real decibel levels of breaking the sound barrier, multiplied by the amount of bread she has eaten in her life, in addition to pressures comparable to a 3100 ton rocket taking off at sea level currently entrapped in both of her already massacred eardrums

Then a sentence could be perceived.

"Mortal, what is your purpose?"

"Just like a hunter with a javelin in arms, I'm trying to hold my stance steady within this turbulent sea, preying upon a whale for me to have dinner for my family at home."

The painful wavelength was unleashed again.

"I'm but a mere soldier that was created to wreak havoc upon your world. You point your javelin at the wrong entity, what we seek is salvation for the whole branch of the 'True World'. We don't seek your destruction nor do you want it to be, but the existence of 'Humanity' within the 'World Line' has exceeded its influence upon the greater illustration of life."

The revelation that MF had just heard made her even confused. True World? World Line? What are those? There wasn't anything like that when she infiltrated the sacred library in the past, nor would it be something within the terms or vocabulary of every mortal within Neamh.

MF had found Anvriel's soul center; she had also prepared 80% of her consciousness strings to form a spear to pierce through it.

But she was curious, knowledge was stronger than everything in this world of physical matter. Anvriel also looked like it wanted to say more, giving a less hostile intent.

"But why humanity?" MF asked.

Her ears began to painfully twitch and twist. The pain was indescribable as it made MF scream before she could comprehend the hazardous wavelength.

"All of you should have ceased to exist 5,000 years ago. If not only by the interference of the First World's Primordial, Earth or what you all have already called Neamh, would have been nothing but an eternal wasteland. Time has been tampered with, the universe was reset with this solar system as its center.

"To the point that, an unknown force from another dimension began to pry and collect hazardous data. If the mortals of Neamh still remain ignorant, then the 'Twilight Of The Gods' will happen sometime in the future. By that time, the 'Inamorta' will deem this 'World Line' to be harmful to the higher realm.

"I know that you have already prepared a spear to impale my soul. As long as it freed me from my task, I'll be obliged to hand my blood to sate your thirst. The 'Creator' wills it

"This… Saddens me, but I couldn't do anything but spread turbulence and destruction."

Although painfully, MF could feel the sorrow overflowing her. Anvriel was, wailling? The Ouroboros still closed her eyes.

It pained her more than it did with the Angel. Then suddenly, the scroll within her pocket-space pouch began to rumble as its fated owner was in shamble.

Anvriel noticed the presence even though it was outside of its private soul's dimension.

Another wavelength was unleashed. More gentle than the former, instead of harming her, it began to heal MF's soul. A sentence then could be heard.

"The 'Occult Tesseract'? I see, so the other plane began to tamper with Neamh. I've read your history upon this world, it's sad, I give my condolences," said the Angel.

One of the incomprehensible body parts of the entity began to pierce MF's chest.

"You have my approval, my acquaintance won't hurt you in the future. This might be the end of me, but we are countless. 'We' will be waiting for you."

Anvriel then hijacked MF's consciousness strings by grabbing it and thrusted its spear onto its center.

Everything collapsed. The space swirled and churned before MF got back to the mortal world with an unknown core. All of the fleshy abominations were absorbed by an ascending core that blinded everyone within one kilometer radius.

The core then transformed into a petite girl with small angelic wings. She locked both of her palms together as if it was praying, cradling herself with her wings. The 'Angel?' then slowly descending onto the ground.

The radiant light began to heal the wasteland into a rich environment full of lush sights. Trees, animals, healthy grass and bushes with blooming flowers without any impurities, bearing nutritious fruits. Due to the dense mana fluctuation, a 'Wisp' was born.

They are a gentle and curious creature made out of mana. It took a high requirement for a place to spawn a wisp, yet there were hundreds of them currently wafting the ground and above. Insects also miraculously arose, all of them were a special kind of insect that could be used to enhance the cultivation of someone by linking their mana sea onto them, surely many cultivators would try to hunt as much as they can.

Damascus stored her scimitar. Amazed, many butterflies began to flutter around her. "Is this Paradiso?"

Tuli awakened in a confused state, wondering where the hell she was brought to. A rabbit jumped to her vision, and she calmed down in an instant.

Then she started to panic, "DID I DIE!? WHY AM I IN HEAVEN INSTEAD OF HELL!?"

Foel quickly rushed to her unconscious husband, laying down on the sea of flowers as she also tried to comprehend what was happening.

As she held her partner in her embrace. She perceived something questionable above MF's head.

It was a halo.