MTL - China Entertainment Ultimate Tycoon - Chapter 104 untitled

Chen Chao dreamt of becoming a powerful immortal cultivator, flying on his sword and vanquishing enemies with daoist magic. His hopes were dashed when he discovered that he had absolutely no talent for immortal cultivation.

Refusing to submit to his fate, Chen Chao joined the ranks of countless other talentless martial artists and embarked on the path of martial cultivation, a path scorned by the immortal cultivators.

In this era of strife where martial cultivators, immortal cultivators, and demonic cultivators wrestled for hegemony, Chen Chao will either rise to the top or fall into eternal damnation.

The Empress does not grant my resignation.

Young clerk Loya crossed and came to the world of the legendary OP. As a traversal party, he naturally had golden fingers, but his golden fingers turned out to be the dragon annihilator system from the demon tail!

Is still the ice dragon dragon wizard!

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What interesting chemical reactions occur when two worlds with completely different power systems touch together?

When the laser of the ape meets the roar of the ice dragon, what will it look like?
When the green pheasant saw the mouth of the dysentery being eaten by a mouthful, what kind of stunned?

“If it wasn’t for fear of becoming a dragon, I would have unified the world!” Said Loya.
“Don’t you dare say that you are seasick?” Carp buttoned his nostrils and smiled dismissively.

- Description from Uukanshu

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”