Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses
"I'm beat…"
Ragoni's face fell upon the floor with a resounding thud. Not caring if she was kissing year old dust and dirt, her mouth was fumbling manically. If one were to listen closer, they'd realize it was just her rambling on and on about the recipe of every single bread she knew by memory.
The amount of bread she had baked for the last three days was more than she had ever eaten in her entire life. Her muscles felt like they were burning like the bread in her charred oven.
Having one of the biggest territories didn't help her much in this case.
Not only that everyone was embracing the unknown, they were anxious and afraid of what kind of cruelty that the new director had planned for them.
Some might have thought that they needed to survive these three days and everything would be over, until they sank deeper into depression when it occurred to them that there might be more after this. The one that stockpiled their food could let out a sigh of relief while the ones who didn't panicked until they eventually accepted their fate and curled their whole body on the ground, waiting for the inevitable.
Then again, it was different from race to race. Aiseirighians of the pseudo-dragon folks have no trait that makes the handicap any less. And there were around 600 of them within this secluded purgatory in the clothing of a Citadel.
Mostly because the Aiseirigh was one of the most prominent races that had strived better after the Valhalla Project.
They had stronger constitutions in everything until their gene started to degrade, era after era until their human side took over, leaving only their exotic dragonoid horns as trophies for their achievement in becoming the most successful species.
The Aiseirigh was only human with horns at this point, although their intelligence made up for it. Just like their ape ancestors.
The Tanomobis, however, benefited the most as they could preserve their energy long enough to be as active as possible even without eating for ten days. These mouse-eared folks made up 200 of the Ouranos Citadel civilians.
Some scholars from Kratos Citadel did estimated that the tanomobis might held the record of the top race with highest population in Neamh but this was never been further proven due to the majority of their civilization being buried deep beneath the earth and only few or notable individual was allowed or know the location of these hidden societies.
'We are everywhere! In the mountains! Below the desert! Or even your basement!' was one of the statements made by another tanomobi scholar as they boast their survivability skill.
Felines, the people's favorite. 250 of them managed to find themselves within this hellhole; their laidback attitude was scrapped in this situation, forcing them to show their eccentric behavior to survive. Whether they would prove to be useful in the new society that MF wanted to create, it didn't really matter because they are a surprisingly peaceful race.
Data had shown that secluded village outposts with numerous felines as the residents proved to increase the mental state of the whole village even in the pseudo frontline.
The reasons were because of their caring and presence that lowers others' anxiety with their easy-going attitude. They were lovable kin, and they love being lovable and getting attention, and nap time.
Some scientists theorize that the feline race emitted a wavelength frequency that soothes the soul and the mind of others, but it had been regarded as a myth ever since.
"So this 'Yitha' person ended up being your follower?" Foel giggled, as she had her hands on a fork and knife, enjoying some of the delicacies on the table in front of her. "So you let her go instead of inviting her into Domeniul Ceresc."
"A transmigrator? In Domeniul Ceresc? Pfft, I wouldn't prefer to have a foreign life that didn't come from this world to pry on our holy land." MF wryly smiled as she snacked on a few fruits beside her. Before her face shriveled. "Although I already sent some wisp to follow her, and she did make a youkai-esque small shrine with meticulously carved woods in the forest now, then strapped it on her back... I'm scared of her sudden development, no joke.
"She was supposed to be this scaredy good-for-nothing type. Is the 'system' affecting her?"
"Kekeke, I thought you said that she has a beast-taming system, not a self motivating one."
Aside from the quirky feline, was a race that was full of antlers. Aekha came in strong as one of the most capable kin full of numerous tribes and subspecies within the unforgiving Neamh.
With antlers of all sizes, they all had the same purpose in ascending every Aekhas power level above most of the mortals in mana cultivation.
Their antler served as an extremely conductible mana catalyst ever existing as a body part. Passively and naturally gathering mana stored into their antlers overtime, most of them had a massive cultivation boost even without doing any training to their soul to manually convert mana. So far, only 50 Aekhas got their way into being slaves—citizens of the new Ouranos Citadel.
Although with great power comes great technicality that makes their whole kin disliked by many.
Most of them were prideful pricks.
"Ragoni~ you seem tired. Why not come here to heal yourself with me~"
"I told you, I'm not gay!" Ragoni shouted, still planting her face on the ground.
Well, not all of them. That Aekha prostitute was either too shameless or she was craving the Ferrakhians' puss.
Last of the prominent races of Neamh were none other than Ferrowl. The race of the pitiful former-director Drin Djarrin who was slaved to do paperwork with other slaved officials in the authority section. They could rotate their neck almost 360° like the ancient beast referred to as 'owl', but instead of silent feathery wings, they received extremely strong legs with the equivalent of four horsepower alone.
They were one of the strongest races in terms of physical ability, but most prefer to indulge in art, literature, and business, rendering most of their life absent of their lower body part training that allowed their former Origis to prevail and survive to become one of the most prominent kin on this planet. They made up around 100 people of the sheeps of the Ouranos Citadel currently.
The rest were the rare minority such as harpies, chimaeras, onis, kitsunes, goblins, etc. There were numerous records about the minor races to prevent the misunderstanding of deeming the rather inhumanoid one as Calamities—yes, there were many cases of persecution of minor races due to their monstrous appearance.
Such as harpies with their arms being wings and razor sharp talons as opposed to feet, otherwise they were extremely friendly and fierce.
Short goblins with green skin, eventually there were green skin haters that developed overtime in many societies, forcing them to live exclusively in wicked nature.
The chimaeras' usual inhuman appearance. Last but not least, the will-o-wisp of kitsunes and their fluffy tails paired with their tendency to act illustratively creepy at night.
Then again, the onis and kitsunes were mostly categorized as Youkai, they already exist within Neamh even before the Judgement Day and Valhalla Project. Only by now they appeared to mingle with the mortal of Neamhs.
Some did say that there were too many of youkai population to the point that some need to stay on Neamh before the further expansion of 'Fumeikyo'. Most youkai declined to explain what was this 'Fumeikyo'. Until now, its meaning was still a mystery.
There were hundreds of unspoken races out there, most of them didn't interact much with the massive civilization such as Kratos Citadel within this Tavaroth continent.
Maybe humanity had reclaimed more than 20% of Neamh afterall, they were just too seperated to notice it.
One hour before the heavenly banquet.
Chapter 78: Races With All Kinds Of Flavors
Ragoni's face fell upon the floor with a resounding thud. Not caring if she was kissing year old dust and dirt, her mouth was fumbling manically. If one were to listen closer, they'd realize it was just her rambling on and on about the recipe of every single bread she knew by memory.
The amount of bread she had baked for the last three days was more than she had ever eaten in her entire life. Her muscles felt like they were burning like the bread in her charred oven.
Having one of the biggest territories didn't help her much in this case.
Not only that everyone was embracing the unknown, they were anxious and afraid of what kind of cruelty that the new director had planned for them.
Some might have thought that they needed to survive these three days and everything would be over, until they sank deeper into depression when it occurred to them that there might be more after this. The one that stockpiled their food could let out a sigh of relief while the ones who didn't panicked until they eventually accepted their fate and curled their whole body on the ground, waiting for the inevitable.
Then again, it was different from race to race. Aiseirighians of the pseudo-dragon folks have no trait that makes the handicap any less. And there were around 600 of them within this secluded purgatory in the clothing of a Citadel.
Mostly because the Aiseirigh was one of the most prominent races that had strived better after the Valhalla Project.
They had stronger constitutions in everything until their gene started to degrade, era after era until their human side took over, leaving only their exotic dragonoid horns as trophies for their achievement in becoming the most successful species.
The Aiseirigh was only human with horns at this point, although their intelligence made up for it. Just like their ape ancestors.
The Tanomobis, however, benefited the most as they could preserve their energy long enough to be as active as possible even without eating for ten days. These mouse-eared folks made up 200 of the Ouranos Citadel civilians.
Some scholars from Kratos Citadel did estimated that the tanomobis might held the record of the top race with highest population in Neamh but this was never been further proven due to the majority of their civilization being buried deep beneath the earth and only few or notable individual was allowed or know the location of these hidden societies.
'We are everywhere! In the mountains! Below the desert! Or even your basement!' was one of the statements made by another tanomobi scholar as they boast their survivability skill.
Felines, the people's favorite. 250 of them managed to find themselves within this hellhole; their laidback attitude was scrapped in this situation, forcing them to show their eccentric behavior to survive. Whether they would prove to be useful in the new society that MF wanted to create, it didn't really matter because they are a surprisingly peaceful race.
Data had shown that secluded village outposts with numerous felines as the residents proved to increase the mental state of the whole village even in the pseudo frontline.
The reasons were because of their caring and presence that lowers others' anxiety with their easy-going attitude. They were lovable kin, and they love being lovable and getting attention, and nap time.
Some scientists theorize that the feline race emitted a wavelength frequency that soothes the soul and the mind of others, but it had been regarded as a myth ever since.
"So this 'Yitha' person ended up being your follower?" Foel giggled, as she had her hands on a fork and knife, enjoying some of the delicacies on the table in front of her. "So you let her go instead of inviting her into Domeniul Ceresc."
"A transmigrator? In Domeniul Ceresc? Pfft, I wouldn't prefer to have a foreign life that didn't come from this world to pry on our holy land." MF wryly smiled as she snacked on a few fruits beside her. Before her face shriveled. "Although I already sent some wisp to follow her, and she did make a youkai-esque small shrine with meticulously carved woods in the forest now, then strapped it on her back... I'm scared of her sudden development, no joke.
"She was supposed to be this scaredy good-for-nothing type. Is the 'system' affecting her?"
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Aside from the quirky feline, was a race that was full of antlers. Aekha came in strong as one of the most capable kin full of numerous tribes and subspecies within the unforgiving Neamh.
With antlers of all sizes, they all had the same purpose in ascending every Aekhas power level above most of the mortals in mana cultivation.
Their antler served as an extremely conductible mana catalyst ever existing as a body part. Passively and naturally gathering mana stored into their antlers overtime, most of them had a massive cultivation boost even without doing any training to their soul to manually convert mana. So far, only 50 Aekhas got their way into being slaves—citizens of the new Ouranos Citadel.
Although with great power comes great technicality that makes their whole kin disliked by many.
Most of them were prideful pricks.
"Ragoni~ you seem tired. Why not come here to heal yourself with me~"
"I told you, I'm not gay!" Ragoni shouted, still planting her face on the ground.
Well, not all of them. That Aekha prostitute was either too shameless or she was craving the Ferrakhians' puss.
Last of the prominent races of Neamh were none other than Ferrowl. The race of the pitiful former-director Drin Djarrin who was slaved to do paperwork with other slaved officials in the authority section. They could rotate their neck almost 360° like the ancient beast referred to as 'owl', but instead of silent feathery wings, they received extremely strong legs with the equivalent of four horsepower alone.
They were one of the strongest races in terms of physical ability, but most prefer to indulge in art, literature, and business, rendering most of their life absent of their lower body part training that allowed their former Origis to prevail and survive to become one of the most prominent kin on this planet. They made up around 100 people of the sheeps of the Ouranos Citadel currently.
The rest were the rare minority such as harpies, chimaeras, onis, kitsunes, goblins, etc. There were numerous records about the minor races to prevent the misunderstanding of deeming the rather inhumanoid one as Calamities—yes, there were many cases of persecution of minor races due to their monstrous appearance.
Such as harpies with their arms being wings and razor sharp talons as opposed to feet, otherwise they were extremely friendly and fierce.
Short goblins with green skin, eventually there were green skin haters that developed overtime in many societies, forcing them to live exclusively in wicked nature.
The chimaeras' usual inhuman appearance. Last but not least, the will-o-wisp of kitsunes and their fluffy tails paired with their tendency to act illustratively creepy at night.
Then again, the onis and kitsunes were mostly categorized as Youkai, they already exist within Neamh even before the Judgement Day and Valhalla Project. Only by now they appeared to mingle with the mortal of Neamhs.
Some did say that there were too many of youkai population to the point that some need to stay on Neamh before the further expansion of 'Fumeikyo'. Most youkai declined to explain what was this 'Fumeikyo'. Until now, its meaning was still a mystery.
There were hundreds of unspoken races out there, most of them didn't interact much with the massive civilization such as Kratos Citadel within this Tavaroth continent.
Maybe humanity had reclaimed more than 20% of Neamh afterall, they were just too seperated to notice it.
One hour before the heavenly banquet.
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