Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

"Besides losing full control of my arm because of a damned gauntlet, I wasted a night just to create a perfect doll that I couldn't play with…"

It had been a while since MF could let loose playing with her experimentations without getting chased by time. One could say that she was getting softer, but the truth was that she was less anxious and happier.

She didn't have the best childhood within the spectrum, doing nonsense without the guilt of thinking what she had done was a waste for a child trying to fulfill their needed recreational experience. Several centuries late, but it's still needed.

"Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally, it replies."

She did try to manipulate the subconscious energy that was sent to her continuously by her faithful followers to replicate the birth of sentience to a non living thing. Sadly, the amount of 'faith' she had wasn't enough.

'I feel like being a deity would be harder than trying to find a good formation of symbols for my condensation.'

After taking a meticulous glance upon her lifeless creation, she decided to see if she could use her 'Power of Dark Creation' for a non biological thing, and it was possible!

Not only that the slimy substance that came from her permanent gauntlet's palm was found to be extremely dense-packed with genetic material, it was also packed with the atoms enough for MF to alchemically convert it into an object without breaking a sweat!

The first non-biological thing she created was a meticulously crafted set of gothic lolita dresses, packed with laces and black roses pattern. She was utilizing her tailoring skill to its fullest by instantly creating the dress without any complicated process. Truly, a power that every tailor had dreamed of.

'This is crazy.'

It made her 'Cancer Object Creation' and 'Material Layering' combo obsolete. The cancerous method had served her well for her past journey and hardships she had prevailed, it was time to move onto a better technique!

With red cheeks and embarrassment, the Ouroboros looked left and right before dressing her clone with the well made dress set. Albeit extremely satisfied, she really didn't want anyone to see this, especially Foel.

"Despite being a non gender version of me, you're rather cute and feminine… I hope something doesn't awaken within me."

MF had also thought of splitting her consciousness but that would impact most of her consciousness strings capabilities and it might render her unable to perform her usual power as the soul was more complicated than it seemed.

A high leveled cultivator might be able to do so with outside energy needed to manipulate the soul. Without mana or processed subconscious energy, it would be impossible even with MF's intellect, and she hasn't reached the higher phase within both realms of cultivation.

'Finding symbols pills that are compatible with Nerull's Bane will be arduous.'

But MF didn't want to change her topic of experimentation just yet! If splitting her consciousness didn't work, how about controlling it manually from her main body?

"This will be fun."

And it was proven to be not a fun experience. She eventually gave up and decided to commence the third plan.

Transferring her soul.

She was able to detach her soul from her physical body in the event of trying to kick Elon's ass. Even manipulating it to a certain extent by using her consciousness strings to drag the soul center in and out a private soul dimension.

Then the question lies on where she needs to attach her 42 anchors onto the new body?

"The genetics are almost the same as mine, although brain intellect is lesser than my current physical vessel." MF pondered upon her beautiful clone. "A cultivator in a higher stage might be able to keep their information processing capabilities and preserve their level of intellect in a new body without deteriorating."

In the end, MF needed a higher level cultivation base to even start trying to manipulate her soul, let alone others.

"No pain, no gain."

She could just go back to her main vessel to rehabilitate her usual intellect.

MF connected her forehead to her clone's forehead. Slowly, she began to detach her soul and moved it to a new vessel. Her gauntlet and halo disintegrated into a fragmented essence that was clinging upon her departing soul.

Meticulously reattaching her anchors to create a private soul dimension to store her own soul, she opened her eyes to see her taller self limply fallen over with her arms on MF's new vessel's cheeks. The halo began to form and manifested itself on top of MF's new head! The same with the gauntlet, it began to convert her clone's left arm into those of unknown substances with her palm morphed into an obnoxious portal of creation.

She literally became her degraded version of herself, complete with the halo and cursed—divine gauntlet.

"Huwaa, I think I made this body to have a squeaky voice."

Knowing that the divine equipment will follow her regardless of her physical vessel. MF could try to fuse the latest divine artifact with her soul!

"This is the same case with physical cultivation. Who in the actual right mind, categorizes these types of artifacts as divine!? It should be called 'Soul Artifact' for goodness sake!"

Sadly, transferring to a new body didn't change the reality that she couldn't use her athenaeum as it was part that came from the soul and not the vessel itself.

Trying to get used to her body, she only had around half an hour before the efficient thinking capability of her main body finished deteriorating. MF leaned her taller self onto a tree before trying to put her small and weak hands—one of them isn't, onto the curious artifact that may or not affect her with permanent side effects like losing a modification privilege to one of her limbs.

And so she touched the divine artifact with her consciousness strings.

It glowed in radiant light—the same as before. MF felt a heavy disturbance on the force rather than getting excited or self challenged in any way.

'Please don't do something annoying!'

The shield sought her right arm that was vacant from any other divine artifact, turning itself into a small crystal that was rooting itself upon her back hand. The veins connected to the crystal began to glow a burning gold.

Unlike the former artifact, MF felt a surge of energy as the dense yet flexible substances started to run through all the veins on her body, turning the nano-formation of her tungsten muscles into an otherworldly new type of steel that was as dense but less brittle. enhancing her physical capabilities ten times that it currently was.

"Wait, why was it a shield at the beginning!?"

'Herculean Strength' passive skill acquired.

Remember, all of these skills gathering was an intricate complex mechanism of categorizing all sorts of capabilities and probabilities into 'skill'.

It was a rather ironic thing for MF who doesn't even know what a video game is.