Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

Back at the Citadel, Elon didn't do much except cultivating her own energy, prying no mind to the surroundings or the anguish of peripheral anxiety upon the next thing that will happen after the trials end.

She opened one of her eyes to dart around as she saw a young boy curling up on his small territorial area.

'Appraisal.'

[ Name: Kushi

Gender: Male

Race: Aiseirighian

Age: 15

Mana Deposited: None

Mana Gathering Speed: None

Physical Prowess: 16(G-)

Intelligent: 73(C)

Soul: 22(G-)

Charisma: 30(G)

Handicap: Deaf | Voiceless ]

Elon closed her eyes to meditate once again, not long after she stood up and approached the boy. She remembered the sentence from the Ouroboros that echoed in her mind

'Pity was never a factor, when mercy is a sign of a talentless actor.' She took out a couple of her mystical fruits from the pocket space to the boy, throwing one of them as it gave him a thud on the stomach from the lob. "I still don't know what it was all about, doesn't mean I can't ease the pain that you pent."

The boy didn't know what Elon said, but he knew that the fruit was something edible and delicious. He then prostrated in gratitude before gnawing on the heavenly fruit. As soon as the first bite permeated his mouth, tears fell from his eyes. The boy paused motionless for three seconds before gnawing on the fruit again and again.

His tears eventually tainted the food but he didn't care.

Elon sat at the inside of the edge of her living territory. She wondered how the boy managed to reach this point.

'He must be really scared from the beginning, not knowing anything and eventually trying to imitate the first person he saw marking the ground with a rock to get the living privilege, he is so scared that he didn't leave his small box because nobody did it, and it might be the only safe place he ever had in this world.'

The boy was so malnourished that he fumbled the fruit over and over. Luckily, the fruit that Elon gave him was enough to nourish the body with the needed nutrients and healing property. In fact, the boy didn't ate anything for three days.

After finished eating, he prostated again as he smiled and moved his hands in sign language, "'Thank you, kind immortal.'"

Elon noticed that the sign language was the same as the one within his former era. They boy didn't hope for Elon to understand it but the single horned chimaera tried to reply.

"'I'm not an immortal, I'm just a normal person.'"

The boy froze for a second before gesturing her hands again with a lightened face. '"Big sis knew sign language?"'

"'Indeed, are people rarely able to perform this?"'

"'Yes, only a few could do it, only the people from the slum could do it."'

Elon began to question the nature of this world. Many theories popped up in her mind but she couldn't turn any of them to make sense.

"'Are you still hungry? I have more"'

"'It's fine, that fruit alone has nourished me more than what I could get in my life."'

Elon put on a more assuring smile. "'Glad that it did so."'

The chimaera then decided to give him more clothes and a couple of magic devices such as a heater fueled by low rank mana stone and anti-friction gloves to help with lifting, which could prove useful for a mortal like him. Watching the deaf Kushi reminded him of his siblings in his first life. What would his little brother think if the news of the massacre traveled to his ears?

There was nothing that he could do, Elon wanted a rest, a peaceful life without any dread and obstacles. Unfortunately, fate wanted him to work harder for it, as he couldn't freeze his emotions over his actions in the wail of many innocent people.

As much as she hates the Ouroboros for the carnage that had been done, retaliating without any plan or backing would lead to a worse scenario.

There were only a few minutes left before the three days trial ended. Numerous residents of Domeniul Ceresc were flash-trained to be servers and waiters as the rest stood guard outside of the banquet area together with numerous Yelpers and Tarrasque Inchlings.

The authority had also created a temporary podium on a higher platform for the speech in which Foel would appear as the Vice Director of the Ouranos Citadel. A speaker magic circuit had also been installed.

Donning a fancy aristocratic apparel with a monocle on the eye, MF gave her wife a thumbs up as she looked extremely stylish in the clothes design that MF tailored. Specifically, created from a dark goo that was coming from her gauntlet.

MF had also written the script for her wife to memorize and it did feel hardcore even for Foel. The tanomobi even glanced back and forth thrice to confirm that this script was the one she would be using.

"You're more suited for this, darling." Foel faintly sneered.

"It does, but I certainly don't want to die in a funny way."

Foel could see through her heart, a genuine worry that was looming within MF's mind for a long time.

Foel didn't know that MF had developed a severe Scopophobia that was etching into her soul; it was almost like a living parasite that was feeding through her fear upon numerous glares that were thrown to her. All kinds of genetic and mental therapy couldn't fully neutralize this mental threat, as if it had something to do with her very consciousness.

Due to that, MF was seen more childish in Foel's eyes, as if a kid that didn't want to go to a stage after being called out for receiving her trophy. The tanomobi could only smile with that imaginary in mind.

"You're cute at times like this, you know that?" Foel playfully remarked.

MF could only reply with a reluctant smile. "Don't question it."

As the time was up, the authority began to scramble and notify every citizen to move into the appointed area, backed up with a wingless ground wyvern that had a cannon of course. The 1,457 slaves began to march one by one to the northwest part at the edge of one of the X-shaped end of the hollow fortification.

They met with a green-haired tanomobi at the podium, darting her neon-pink gaze as she waited until every of her slaves have come. The audience chattered rather hazardously as the mixed speech from many people got caught in one hell of a mess in Foel's ears.

"Is that the Ouroboros?"

"Our new director is small."

"I think I saw her at the inn back then."

"May the lord have mercy on what will ensue."

Foel reread the first line of the script as she tried to imagine herself as MF, "What will Meshia look like when saying this line I wonder."

When she fully captured the energy of her partner, the green-haired tanomobi threw a sinister smile. As the sound amplifier formation got activated, Foel assimilated her presence as her fierce voice got spread and echoed through the massive flock of slaves in front of her. Opening her arms as in welcoming the newcomers into the future of Ouranos Citadel.

"Of all the gin joints, out of all the towns, of all the world, of all the galaxies you had to be the one into which I've been hurled~"