"All right, I'm cuter in this getup but this won't make a Usurper think twice."
Together with all of the divine artifacts, MF transferred her soul to her original body.
Interestingly, the lifeless clone was to be able to be put into a space pocket pouch without any consequences. Maybe it could prove to be useful if MF needed a second vessel for her to run away to. With it all set, she moved to the appraisal of angelic genes before trying her hand on the bizarre wailing Occult Tesseract scroll.
'No way in hell will I let a semi sentient scroll with scribblings from the fourth dimension get its grasp onto a 'system' essence that is also from another unknown dimension!'
As much as she wanted to stay optimistic through the whole process, she was positive that it was impossible to think calmly about it. Not with all the vague probabilities that will ensue in the future.
So with that again, she cast away the thirsty scroll for a vulnerable angel body.
