Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

The night of the hunters.

Aside from the mutated Calamity within the control of Ouranos Citadel, there were numerous night creatures that may or may not devour and feast upon the travelling flesh.

Both of the usurpers felt a strange amount of mana wavelength in the north, where the tall wall of the former Gaia Citadel was located.

The formerly bright and festive titan wall had become dim and even invisibly coated by the night from their vision in that range. Although they didn't have any sentiment as Carla and Gushen only got to that once or twice.

Carla began to construct a concealment and barrier dome for the night, fluttering about in the sky as she assimilated the formation circuits beautifully like an art. "There haven't been any reports since Dorian Citadel sent their scouts. Well, I don't blame them, they only sent usurpers on the Golden Orb stage anyway."

"It might have already become a ruin, who knows, I see no benefits in checking a destroyed Citadel."

Gushen sat on a stump, preparing a couple of artifacts to set a mana conversion amplifier, while simultaneously trying to enhance his scythe.

"Remember the extra request from that Kazdal guy?"

"It's to check if there is any venerable with black segmented trident wings, and give 'her' the scroll. More like a side quest as it was said that there is a low chance that 'venerable' is still in this area."

"It's been minutes and Jaro isn't on the radar."

"Be patient, the big guy is always like that."

A runic campfire was set, glowing in vibrant color variations as numerous symbols surrounded it. Every flicker setted a chain reaction within the dome barrier, imbuing the mana with fire essence.

"... Carla, did you notice that?"

"No, what is it?"

"QUICK! LIFE-SAVING PILL!"

Thunderous hellfire was sent into the inside of the dome. A hidden formation was implanted outside, sabotaging the protection with all kinds of killing elements.

The two usurpers were either fried, frozen, electrified, or a combination of everything.

"PUT YOUR FORCEFIELD!"

"TCH! THE ARTIFACTS GOT DESTROYED!"

Another layer of disruptor formation was coating the barrier. If there were another group beside Carla and Gushen, they wouldn't be able to communicate with each other.

"CARLA! DESTROY THE BARRIER! HURRY!"

"URGH, I CAN'T! IT'S FORTIFIED!"

"IDIOT! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SET THIS!"

2 Minutes of perpetual pain, both of the Usurpers unnecessarily wasted 60% of their resources and mana to break free from the barrier that they set. Ragged and tattered, the duo blasted a shining bead towards the sky to illuminate the dark.

Gushen immediately slashed in every direction in anger, hoping that whoever sabotaged their barrier was sent to hell in an unkind way in the destruction.

Unbeknownst to them, that they were within another gigantic concealment.

The armored woman bitterly sneered. "Bad news, we can't get out, there is another multilayered dome of barrier."

The hood was tattered and most of her armor got obliterated, revealing a small pair of white wings on her head.

"Shit, will there be another killing formation!?"

Both of them immediately used half of their current resources again to construct an impregnable protection, until a hand managed to pass through Gushen's shield from behind unnoticed, and blasted another wave of killing formation, this time, within the ferrowl's private barrier.

"Gushen! Tch."

Even with the illumination, the entity that sabotaged Gushen's mana shield wasn't able to be comprehended, as if the reality was blurred the moment it came into vision. Carla focused her senses until she could detect it.

She unsheathed all of her swords to engage, piercing the ground many times as the darkish petite entity dodged all of the flurry seamlessly.

A second later, the dark silhouette disappeared, both visionary and in memory as if it never happened in the first place.

"W-what the hell…?"

Gushen started slicing everything again, to no avail. Blood was spurted from his mouth, his fancy clothing began to self repair itself but the wound on every part of his won't definitely heal on itself, not without any healing artifact or pill he saved.

His eyes were filled with anger, and fear at the same time, more of panic to be precise as the attack was dealt out of nowhere.

"What in the hell is that!? I can't sense it!"

Their bones shriveled, the fear of the unknown, the thought of an anonymous attack that could come from any direction undetected. Even if they were able to detect it, they would immediately forget a second later.

Never have they encountered something like this. Locked within a cage like guinea pigs, they were observed by two two manifestations that were ready to dissect them at any time.

Whispery, holy, yet eerie.

"Foel, stop playing with them," said the dark angel on top of the barrier containing the usurpers. "Stop flexing your symbols pills capabilities."

'Reality Dissonance' symbols pill, one of the improvised and complicated soul satellites made with 30 movement verses by combining spells into the 'movement'. It was hard to implement back then but Foel managed to acquire the precise details to create this horrifying symbols pill.

There were many uses of this pill, one of them was to coat Foel with a subconscious energy that bent space and perception, creating disparities within Foel and the rest of the world. It could still be detected by a cultivator above the Alcazar Establishment stage or by an artifact that was able to detect space fluctuation.

But for a usurper within or below, they would have a traumatic time when facing Foel in battle.

The subconscious energy from this symbols pill was also surprisingly hostile; it would catch every memory regarding the host's appearance when met with bad intent, and remove the memory from them. This effect could only be done by someone who never knew Foel or when Foel allowed her symbols pill to do it subconsciously.

There were other abilities it could provide but Foel was afraid to dig further because of the danger it could give to its owner. MF was also afraid that something happened to her wife so she forbade Foel to explore the utility of this symbolic pill any further.

Then again, it was only one of 89 condensed symbols she created. The mnimis it produced passively gave a existence-controlling trait to Foel, meaning that she could dim or even amplify her aura as much as she like, just like the time on the start of heavenly banquet.

A moment after that, Foel appeared behind her partner, floating. MF was genuinely surprised when that happened, she appeared without any sign that MF could interpret and it was horrifying.

'I can never get used to this.'

"I could take them down but their constitution of being an Alcazar Establishment stage is troublesome. My killing array can't do anything to them." Foel caressed her chin, curious of what kind of pain she needed to inflict for the next move. "Their body has been reforged in some way but I think we could kill them normally."

"There is still this 'Jaro' guy, it might be around the same level as them. We can kill these two anytime, the same with their reinforcement." The pseudo-angel threw a wide grin. "That is, if they were able to call for reinforcements."

"So, permission to inflict disastrous pain?"

"Officially permitted." MF conjured a pulsating chainsaw coated with her destructive blood.. "The night is chill for the meantime, I guess relieving some stress will do."