Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

Pity is never a factor, when mercy is a sign of a talentless actor. As MF grew, its hold on her throat started to falter.

Once she goes beyond humanity's border.

Out of all the situations that she narrowly avoided, MF fell into the void of unconsciousness. The looming anxiety that she wanted to escape at all cost, had finally reached her.

She was scared. An unpredictable future was the scariest thing ever for her, which was why she always tried to predict and calculate everything so that she could manipulate the uncertainty into something certain.

But not every event and situation could be tampered with, hence those kinds of situations were what gave MF the most anxiety and frustration. Usually, she would do anything to prevent those predicaments from happening at all cost.

That was the extent of MF's paranoia. And one of those scenarios was being unconscious.

Because that was the time where the real 'Ouroboros' would meet with her.

She was open, not awake, not in the real world. Her soul was brought to a plane where life and death cycled ceaselessly without arbitrary rules and a sense of time.

A world of cosmic disparities due to the ground's looming absence, and a scenery of a galaxy covered with stars, systems and shiny space dust. She stood upon a circular platform made out of rock, entrenched with patches of grass and small flowers on the very middle of its top that stopped a meter from the edges which lead to the abyss.

The bottom of the platform is shaped into a cone like an upside down mountain, similar to an icicle but with stone, not too dissimilar from the very numerous floating platforms in her current field of view.

MF didn't question where she was, because she knew that this would be the place of her doom if her luck wasn't with her.

Despite the fear and anxiety, she decided to prevail till the end. Gazing fiercely at the surroundings, she tried to absorb every bit of information possible to increase the chances of survival.

She realized that she wore her favorite dress, with her twintails tied and her collar accessories present, completed with the neck tie. She felt something connected with her soul above her until she peeked up and saw the edge of a shiny halo the size of her head.

'W-what is this!? Did I die!? I read some scripts and an ancient tome talking about dead people having a halo on top of their head, but that is already proven to be a myth which means something happens other than that….

'Did I become an Angel!?'

Information recorded into books, scrolls, codexes, or the tissue paper of a restaurant never told tales of a mortal becoming an Angel. Even gods and immortals would not be able to change their physical nature both metaphysically and mentally to those akin to an Angel.

Of course, the halo was also significantly different than those of an Angel.

Angel's halo would be wider than their entire mortal vessel. It was also shaped like a ring full of cryptic runes, unlike what MF had right now which was akin to those tales and legends in the form of a thin donut of plain light.

She tried to hold onto it with her hand.

'I-I can touch it! It's surprisingly warm and solid despite the dissipating gassy light coming out from it.'

But no matter the strength she put onto her grip, she couldn't change the position of the halo above her head. It might be the illusion of the realm as far as she knew, so she decided not to pry on it until later when she manages to survive.

'It might be only in this realm, it will be gone when I wake up, right?'

Unbeknownst to her, there was something very very far away. Surpassing the length of numerous galaxies, MF caught movement from afar due to the lag of the limitations from the speed of light. Although her vision could see something extremely far away, it wasn't enough. She then decided to tamper with her eye sensitivity to seek out something farther away at galaxy scales.

Turned out, this realm wasn't as big as the universe the Neamh was in.

She managed to capture something at the end of multiple universes, it was a wall of giant scales? It moved toward something. She darted around the edge of the possible border she was in until she found that the wall was circling her but she hadn't found the intersection as if it enveloped the entire universe with MF as the center, not in a circular manner.

At a different angle, MF found the edge of the upper edge of the wall, it was bending in as if it was actually some kind of tube. She reached up her vision again until she saw another section of a scaly moving wall, more vibrant in shiny luminescence at the edges of every black scale. That view was a scenery of itself, MF was mesmerized in the middle of a wack-a-doodle star gazing session.

She searched and searched more, not in curiosity, but in panic and fear. Something that was bigger than a universe couldn't probably exist—

Except if it was within an entire plane of existence entirely.

At one of the sharp angles above, MF saw the side of an unbelievably gigantic head, visibly moving forward as it devoured its own body, endlessly growing and eating its own tail

The realization hit her harder than a bat. Her eyes shrank in fear. No wonder that no identity thief who donned the beast's name was ever heard of throughout history.

MF stared at Ouroboros' eyes, following its movement for a while. The beast was doing the same, until it closed its eyes and a vibrant voice echoed throughout the universe.

"Blinded by the sun, you play roulette still with a fully-loaded gun. Upon the boundary of a daring hubris, one must've fathomed their own consequences, but most of them didn't bring me anything other than zero accomplishment that an ant could give me...

"How about you? Do you have what it requires? My puny, weak, and little candidate."