Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

"Actually, a hellspawn doesn't know much about their awakening path. It's mostly affected by the environment and the state of their mind." Tuli moved one of the stingers forward for her hand to reach and gaze in awe. "We received enlightenment everytime it happened. My high affinity with the extremely harsh magic forgery is the fruit of my first awakening! As for the current one, it's too complicated for me to describe.

"Based on my understanding of it, it can store energy into a more liquid base. I'm currently trying to convert my mana into it as we speak!"

A blue shiny droplet fell from the sharp injector of the silver tube. Tuli transferred the hanging liquid onto her palm, a grin upon her face that was ushering to be praised by her master. MF ignored it, eyes more glued to the new technique.

"Ah, the quality of the mana has been raised, yes?"

"Now that master has mentioned it, it does have three times the quality than the mana I fueled onto the 'kyhmy', is what I called it because it is kinda like an ancient camel's humps for storing energy."

MF was more fascinated by the fact that a hellspawn knew one of the mystical beasts on Neamh rather than one of her minions.

A camel could rarely be encountered in a wasteland or desert. They are a kind entity who blessed travelers and gave pointers to miraculous food and water sources in the middle of the yellow sea. Some scholars deem them as the guardians of the desert.

But their kindness and funny looks didn't apply to their strength, as they could be seen manipulating the hot sands into a sky splitting scimitar. It was also recorded that this ancient camel was able to warp reality to a certain extent, because there was no way that a person could find a bountiful small forest of palms trees and a heavenly pond in the place that they have passed on their travels.

"You know that ancient camels store their fat as physical energy in their humps, your tube is meant to store liquid." MF chuckled, as she knew that 'kyhmy' meant 'humps' and she decided to make fun of it.

"M-master! If someone could name a miniature realm's wasteland as 'mana sea', how come I can't name my new body part as 'humps'!"

'Yes,' MF inaudibly ranted. 'Because people like you exist, the path of cultivation that uses the soul as the medium had been called Physical Cultivation for thousand years!'

Want it or not, MF still felt the salt after knowing the nature of physical cultivation. If she could time travel, the first thing she would do is to go back to the past, find the progenitor of the 'physical cultivation' and then give that person 21 reasons why it should have been called 'soul cultivation' instead, together with some spanking.

MF wondered if she could force an awakening to a mortal from Neamh. Maybe her Nerull's Bane pill and the holy aura are the keys.

"Could you use the processed mana on the kyhmy and process them again to your golden orb?"

"... Why didn't I think of that!? I might be able to break through the process of my 'world crystal' expansion and make it to the Fortress Foundation stage this year!"

Tuli stared at both of her palms, her eyes filled with greed and brimming excitement. It would be beneficial if she could replicate the divine artifact somewhere near in the future, MF might have took a stupid slave, but Tuli was a stupid slave with potential.

"I would assume that the Fortress Foundation stage refers to an Alcazar Foundation stage here." MF secreted more dark seed of creation from her gauntlet's palm, creating a jagged dagger with ominous design akin to Tuli's armor creation to replicate the possible culture of the underworld.

MF used the most stable steel with extreme durability she could create with her current knowledge. She then added veins inside with mana crystal properties in mind so that it could be used as an assimilation catalyst.

It was also a chance for her to see if she could create an artifact. Maybe not the traditional one with engraved runes or embed circuit formation, something more biological in the area where she could utilize her genetic modification.

After that, MF created numerous lining of tiny holes that were filled with nanobots of destructive-blood production glands. She then created a crystal socket for injecting her high quality mana that was coated by Nerull's Bane aura.

Sadly, the Nerull's Bane influences were dissipating at a slow rate when she placed the dagger forward with a straight arm. The confused Tuli was spectating in great expectations of her master's doing.

'The quality is still there but the ink aura is dissipating. Seems like it would be better to be used immediately to have the benefits of the Nerull's Bane.'

Curious, MF put half of the accumulated 'faith' that she received, hoping that maybe the dagger would be cultivated by time and find its sentience soon. It might be better if Tuli didn't put it in her pocket space so that the nourishing energy from Domeniul Ceresc could nurture the dagger faster.

It was enough, but what if she could do more?

MF channeled her abyss-ink aura to her whole body. She stood still, then slashed the air in front of her to shape numerous symbols she knew, turning the dagger into a brush as the trail turned into visible symbols.

Life.

Luck.

Prosperity.

MF received an enlightenment, creating a symbols-pill of 'Willful Clover' although it was immediately erased due to the overwhelming presence of Nerull's Bane.

Of course, MF knew the results but that wasn't her aim.

With the mild amount of faith that was put into the dagger, the portion of the Willful Clover effect was embedded into the dagger in the form of subconscious energy. A strange one, akin to a fake 'Mnimis' that was supposed to be produced by a condensed symbols pill.

The result satisfied her. She did one more air slash to shake off the ink aura and presented it to her slave. A compensation from the trolling, one could say.

'Experimental Bio Artifact' knowledge acquired.

"This is the first artifact that I've ever created within my lifetime as a mortal," MF said, playing her role as Ouroboros' avatar. "It's the first of its kind, almost indestructible. Willful as four leaves clover, it will grant you better luck in this life."

Her whole body was shaking in denial. The hellspawn slowly moved her arm toward the artifact, taking it from the Ouroboros' cradle with an even greater denialism.

"Uuuuhh!" Tears began to stream down again from her eyes as she looked up on her tall master's gentle expression. "Not only that this lowly hellspawn was saved from a forsaken fallen angel, but it is also blessed with the most precious artifact! Masterrrr!!!"

'Ah, so she still hasn't realized that I'm the one who was chasing her.' MF cleared her throat. "Never put it in your pocket space within Domeniul Ceresc, who knows that it could be your talking friend in your journey." She then winked.

"W-what about the name!?"

"Name it yourself." MF smiled.

"I'll name it Catalis!"

'That is just a strangely worded catalyst.'

One hour had passed. Tuli asked permission to go into an enclosure for her breakthrough for five days. MF didn't gave her any kind of gene modification because the artifact is already more than enough, maybe she might try to empower her personal slave an even higher privelage if she was up to the task.

MF then began to forage the land to find any kinds of ingredients, possibly trying to get her hands on precious and delicious trinkets of nature only for her to save the biomaterial components of it for her to massively duplicate later.

"What is a messiah that couldn't create their version of bread?"

The Domeniul Ceresc was contagiously full of all nourisher and delicacy. While in the prolonged foraging session, MF was thinking of what kind of artifact that she would give her wife as a present if she was able to rise up in cultivation stages.

Recalling her first meeting, MF decided to craft her a whip. Something that might help her in mana cultivation as it could also act as an experiment for MF within this bio-artifact things, and she loved experiment as much as she hate incomprehensible things.

'I hope she won't use the whip on me.'