Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

2 hours before the three day trial ended, MF commanded the residents of Domeniul Ceresc to transport the gigantic banquet to the outside of the Citadel, a large glade upon the forest that MF tried to heal and decorate.

'Huwaa, Foel is still in seclusion, did something happen or she is on the brink of a breakthrough? If she didn't come, I might need to think of something else for the speech because there is no way in hell I will show myself in front of a thousand people! I'll die!'

She also couldn't go inside the Citadel without any concealment spell because she needed Foel to cast it for her. Tuli was still meditating too, MF might not have taken any step in mana cultivation but it was common sense to not interrupt a cultivator's seclusion as it could affect their breakthrough in some way.

'Maybe I can let Asir and Ain do it… could they? They are intelligent but I think they couldn't handle the specific instructions that I'm about to give, especially not with the appearance of a warehouse-sized lump of energy.'

The heavenly banquet would take its place soon. 5001 kinds of dishes from the finest meat to nutritional vegetables and exotic fruits, most of them were the byproducts of what Domeniul Ceresc had produced—99% of it were duplicated en masse by MF, especially the meat because she didn't want to encourage the act of preying upon others so she created those juicy meat using her memory of what she had consumed in her lifetime.

Not to mention the influence of the heavenly land upon those dishes, consuming a portion of it could heal a minor wound and nourish the body and mind tremendously. It could also result in euphoric happiness and ease of mental stress by the calming effect that the food will spread throughout the whole physical vessel.

The drinks had also been mixed with drops of bodily essence from the Forest Caretaker that could be said to improve the mana constitution and the Athenaeum growth within cultivation. MF thought it was gross but she wasn't the one who was going to drink it.

MF might be too keen on keeping the Domeniul Ceresc as a hidden paradise; she wanted every resident to live in harmony in contrast to the outside where everything was a primitive "the strong eat the weak" kind of world.

The banquet preparation event had actually increased the amount of eyes staring at her by fifty. Although the residents mostly kept their attention on their respective jobs, it was a lot easier to withstand.

But a thousand and more people? MF might explode, dice up, and be torn to pieces from within.

'Foel, come on, I need you!'

The Ouroboros had never been so worried in her life, before a person sneakily prodded her on the back while saying, "Boo!" monotonously.

"Huwaaa!? Foel!!!"

"Miss me? It's just been two days," Foel said with her usual poker face, getting assaulted by the hug of her partner. "I've also ascended to Nascent Realm Enlargement and Body Tempering Formation on the same day, yay."

MF sensed that her wife had finally condensed her first generation of symbols pill. She couldn't feel it but Foel's soul had been regenerating a large amount of mnimis energy as they spoke.

"Kyaaa! Congratulations! As expected of my wife!" MF took her up as she caressed the blushing tanomobi with her cheek. "Heaven rewards the hardworking, you certainly did more than hard work than a relentless river trying to pave a path by eroding the rock and soil with flowing water. Speaking of 'Body Tempering Formation', how many symbols-pills did you use for the foundation condensation?"

MF then lifted her wife up by the waist as their smiles mirrored upon one another, one of them was not shown directly.

"I did 89 symbols pills, kekeke."

'The hell with those numbers, symbols pill ain't marbles!' MF ranted for a second in her mind before fully acknowledging the absurd statement that Foel spewed. "That is overkill," she said, as few beads of sweats raced to her chin.

It might be the reason why MF couldn't detect Foel at all, as if her little mouse had entrapped herself with an invisibility imbuing cloak in both physical and meta-physical presences. Hiding like a chameleon, becoming one with the surrounding.

Not to mention that she had created the 'World Catalyst' for her miniature realm in such a short amount of time. Her talent was on par with extreme geniuses in the world of cultivation, if only that she had the normal athenaeum-type, then she would have already reached a 'Soul Infusion' stage by now.

"There is no such thing as too many symbols pills."

"Back then there wasn't, now there is."

Foel threw a smug grin before glancing at the grand banquet that MF had prepared. "May I take some of those? I miss your cooking within the seclusion back on Domeniul Ceresc."

"We have plenty, feast to your heart's content until the next 2 hours! Before that." MF put her petite wife to the ground again before taking an exotic box out of her pocket space pouch. "I've already prepared a prototype of a bio-artifact that you could use in the future."

Foel was genuinely surprised to the point that emotion painted itself upon her flat face. Taking the big box, the intriguing mechanism automatically yawned as the golden holder rose to emphasize the cradled object.

It was a short, uniquely shaped single-edged jade sword with a delicate titanium chain-blade whip on the other end of the handle, and a meticulous angelic pattern burned in yellow engraving on the whip. 'Foel Mirage' was also engraved in the handle. At first it did look like a mildly jagged sword and whip in one, until Foel noticed that there were hidden mechanisms within it.

The tanomobi stored the entrancing box into her pocket space and allowed her hands to examine the bio-artifact directly, staring at the engraving that hold her name in it.

MF giggled "Try thinking of a longsword."

The whip side got absorbed into a hard pummel of the handle as the blade grew one meter taller with a satisfying green ink-like glow before fully transforming. The sword mode only had the jade part making up the middle as the edge was coated by the silvery titanium.

Foel was dumbfounded on how her manaless wife could craft something like this, when she thought that it couldn't be more wild than this, it became wilder.

"Now try thinking of a whip."

The blade condensed and transformed into a longer elastic jade whip with a saturated yellow glow at the end of the tongue. Foel scratched the air using the whip a few times, the cracking from the momentum carried translated too well. She stopped to admire it. After that, she mastered the three forms of the bio-artifact to freely change between them by will instantly.

"Fufufu, I already infused subconscious energy akin to faith and 20 different symbols pill essence. The material can't be found in this plane of existence either. How is it?"

"It's gorgeous." The tanomobi teared up a little bit as her forefinger gently caressed the droplets away. "Who would have thought that the first grand present I get after a long time is given by someone who forcefully took my virginity in a murky swamp."

"Your wording is ominous…" MF bitterly smiled as her wife's expression contradicted her speech. "Regardless, you still have one more wish you can use, the one that I promised to you back then."

"Ah, I thought you forgot about that."

'I definitely didn't!'

"It's fine, I'll use it when the times come. For now, I'm already satisfied with the craft you've given to me. Does this masterpiece have a name?" She then retracted both the blade and the whip part, leaving it as a pocketable handle.

"Nope, you have the privilege to name it yourself."

"I see, I'll use the tribal tanomobi's tongue then. Yaykha Kieli—it means rigid tongue. I'll make sure to maintain it."

Foel smiled visibly, and that alone was enough for the chibi brain council to celebrate and throw a party within her head.

Seeing her wife's expression made MF feel surged with satisfaction of her own, a special kind that she couldn't get anywhere else.. "Mmhhh~ let's try some of my dishes first before talking about the ending ceremony of the three days trial."