MTL - Everyone Thinks That the Fake Daughter Has Deep Problems - Chapter 117 picking the moon

As a transmigrator turned extraordinary creature of the human race, he found the world to be more colorful than he had imagined.To more easily access everything this new realm had to offer, he first needed a special resume. Then, he had to find the right place in a city perennially shrouded in fog to fill out an application, and the last and most critical step...— was to kill a chicken or catch a mouse.

Super-genius Ellen Young, creator of countless tech products, retires.At the height of her career, she turns down numerous high-paying offers, yearning only to return to the countryside and lead a peaceful, laid-back life.Unexpectedly, her long-lost family comes looking for her, and a celebrity sister requests to live-stream their countryside life online.Ellen Young: ?A big, fat no!Netizens around the world think that this newly found daughter in the celebrity’s family is illiterate, lacks manners, is completely crass, and without any redeeming qualities.Becoming a laughing stock of the internet.Until.....Why is a world-renowned professor calling her teacher online?Why does a well-known CEO furiously comment 'If you don't come back, I'm not managing this company anymore'?Why are numerous consortiums sending barrages online, appealing for lower patent fees?—Isn't this just a country girl selling radishes online and making ads?

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.