MTL - The Blind Date is the Daughter of the Gods - Chapter 465 Daozu

In the mysterious MMORPG 【ExoGenesis】, the extraordinary age of transcendence has arrived on Terra. Tristan is reborn on the very day the game launches, awakening an SSS-level talent: the Sniper God.[Sniper God (SSS-Level)]- Effect 1: All ranged attacks are guaranteed to hit, and the damage type is changed to true damage.- Effect 2: For every meter of distance from the target, damage increases by 10%.With such an overpowered talent, Tristan’s choice is clear—he becomes an assassin!With deadly precision and the ability to strike from miles away, Tristan proves that an assassin doesn’t have to fight up close.

Sure, the world is ruined, but I’ll live my own way. Of course, luxuriously and gorgeously.

In the Immortal Realm, where Immortals roam here and there, and the strength is supreme, there is a kind of existence who are favored by the Heavens.

These existences has their luck attribute boosted by thousands, and are collectively called as the Children of Luck or Son/Daughter of Luck.

Among these, Yu Tian was born with negative luck attributes and was destined to die under those so-called Children of Luck.

However, with the help of the Villain System and the powerful Yu family behind him, he will rewrite his destiny and crush those Sons of Luck and cultivate those Daughter of Luck.

At the beginning, he forced the family of the Daughter of Luck to send her to his bed personally.

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.”