Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

'Hmm.'

[ Commencing 'Capture' would cost 70,000 Soul Essence, proceed? ]

[ It might take more than one try to conquer a named mystical beast ]

[ Warning, commencing further action without enough Soul Essence will make the host immediately die without anymore reincarnation, removed from the cycle of life ]

'Seventy thousands!? Nyegh, I need to save one or two to preserve my credit from the association.'

The feline prepared one of her artifacts, an umbrella with numerous mana circuit engraving, used for applying force fields to the designated area.

"TCH! THE WISP IS UNRELENTING! IT'S CHASING US!"

Before Yitha tried to rush and save her members, a massive pressure suddenly forced her to kneel, breaking her kneecaps as her cranium got dragged to the leaned giant rock and onto the ground. She peeked, as an entity suddenly materialized from the concealment barrier as if it was appearing out of thin air.

Her ominous black wings were covered by an ink-like dark aura to the head, toe, and halo. At first sight, it seemed like there was a red hue under numerous black feathers of her wings. Until Yitha realized that they were blood dripping from every crevice of the wings. The fallen droplets got influenced by the aura surrounding her, turning into jet-black.

It was an apocalypse donning a humanoid petite body with a full wrist gauntlet with numerous dark-flaming angelic runes—wearing a baggy maid outfit. Her eyes are upon the frozen scout parties, not the kindest one.

Then, a raspy and whispery voice boomed into the whole wrecked mountainous domains, echoing. The voice could be described as heavenly and terrifying, something so grand that it would affect anything that heard it with fear and submission.

"Disgusting usurpers… The only thing that all of you would usurp are your own painless demise…"

The black angel conjured a dark halberd. Yitha didn't see it but a rumbling of a rocky avalanche explosion followed afterward—the black angel had swung her weapon numerous times faster than what her sharp eyes could capture. The scream of her comrade pierced her ears, until there were none.

Disintegrated, nothing was left of what should be her comrade in arms after surviving many hardships together. What was left next was her tears, trying to stick to the wall of the stone in front of her, separating her from that monstrosity.

The amount of pressure was equal to the fear she had, that fear allowed her to move in emotional and physical pain every second her head and broken kneecaps didn't touch the ground.

'I-I want to go home, I don't want to die, why did they send me here, as much as I hate the people on the outpost for always giving me tasks while I'm asleep, I really, really, miss them now…'

Yitha closed her eyes, the opened them again a second later.

The angel appeared right at her breath, eyes full of killing intent, a wicked smile. The reaper in the form of those so-called angels was only ten centimeters away from her face.

Her heart sank to the bottomless pit, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't even have the time to call for her mystical beasts. She wanted to scream but her lungs didn't allow it, all bodily substances had stopped processing as if time had stopped. She didn't die yet, she couldn't, her eyes and brain were forced to see the anomaly of the world right in front of her.

"A peeking cat?"

MF was severely disturbed by the annoying usurpers trying to infiltrate her heavenly land, even though there was nothing to see from outside, from the inside their act was visibly and audibly loud and clear.

MF might need to use her original form as a diplomatic figure in the future, so she decided to use Anvriel's First Form to see if she could strike more fear upon those atrocious scums.

The feline pissed herself while pressing her back against the wall. Truly, a pitiful sight to be seen.

'Many, many, many, many years ago I was in your position, pissing myself because I couldn't do anything.'

Before MF tried to use a new disintegration technique of concentrating the 'Devouring Radiation', the stored system essence within her soul immediately resonated with the female feline.

"A transmigrator."

The word from the angel tongue echoed through Yitha, MF decided to change to her original form in front of her, as the baggy maid dress fitted perfectly on her usual complexion. Her halo and the gauntlet were still the same, with an extra crystal on the back of her right hand to store the heavenly materials for Anvriel's First Form.

The intense pressure dropped, the feline was no longer feeling choked by thousands of arms to every inch of her existence. She breathed in and out, still in perpetual fear.

"W-what do you mean by 'transmigrator'!?"

MF moved her face forward once again, grinning with an eerie squint. "You're not from this world, correct?"

"Nyes! Yes! I'm not from this world! Please spare me! I didn't do anything wrong! I've never committed a crime beside sleeping all day! Y-you're an angel, right!? Y-you know how to judge, right!?"

In MF mind, it was the perfect chance to learn further about the mystery of these foreign individuals.

"Where did you come from before going to this world? How did you get here? Who are you?"

"I-I'm Akako Fujimura from Tokyo! T-the country of the rising sun! 2009! I-I was playing video games until suddenly I was transported to this world to the body of the character I created in that rpg game! S-somehow I got a game-like screen within my vision that I can only see akin to that game that sucked me in!

"T-the world is definitely different, I-I didn't know anything about this world other than the game mechanic, h-heck! Not all the features are similar!"

MF was utterly confused by what the feline had spouted. 'Video game? Game mechanic? Tokyo? That sounds like a Yokai settlement, what kind of state is a rising sun? I might be a frog in a well, but this is just a straight fairy tale that she is spewing!

'At least she didn't seem to have any kind of blessings from those atrocious gods, doesn't that mean the foreign dimensional beings were transporting her directly to this world? Huh, at least I can immediately kill her~ unlike that lucky bastard.'

But due to the paranoia kicking in, MF decided to test the water by directing the 'Devouring Radiation' only to her left arm, disintegrating her limb completely until a scream followed right after.

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!??"

A gush of blood started to flow from the disappearing limb that left a gaping hole of meat. The manic smile grew wider as it was her first time being able to deal with a transmigrator without suffering any kind of inconvenience.

Then again, MF had a better idea. It might be that she won't goes through all of this alone anymore, that her anger and utter hatred didn't get the best out of her. Her mind was in a calm state, it might have been played out differently if Foel and Ouroboros didn't choose to stand by her side.

'I think it's time for demi-human experimentation! Transmigrator special edition!'