A Barbaric Proposal - Chapter 82: Dare to Name a Flower

I never imagined this would happen to me. Reincarnation? A second chance? Into a fictional world, no less? It was the stuff of wild stories, impossible dreams, and late-night “what ifs.” But life has a funny way of playing with your expectations.When the choice was offered—life as I knew it or a chance to die and be reborn somewhere else—how could I say no? The catch? I wouldn’t return to just any world. No peaceful afterlife, no utopia waiting for me. Instead, I landed in the heart of chaos.Here I am, standing in the shadows of giants—of gods, heroes, and monsters. Welcome to the Marvel universe, where cities are playgrounds for battles that could shake the world, and everyday people like me are nothing but collateral damage.But I’m not just another face in the crowd anymore. Somehow, I’ve got a role to play. My name in this world is Dave Garcia, and this is the story of how an ordinary guy from another life navigates a place where the impossible is an everyday reality.What would you do if you woke up in a world where the fate of everything could be changed with a snap of the fingers? Because that’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out.

“I’m very talented, and I get twice the result with half the effort.”

“I am a genius that is rare to see in a hundred years, extraordinary in ten years, and holy in thirty.”

“My blood is against the sky, and I was born to be a king.”

Watching a group of geniuses arguing, Han Xu slowly closed his eyes and basked in the sun before falling asleep.

Diligence, perseverance, talent, resources, and opportunities are indispensable for the cultivation of others.

And he just needs to wait quietly for the skill to download.

A life without cultivation should be so unpretentious and boring.

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[No NTR]

I got pulled into the NTR game I was going to gift to my pure harem lover friend.

The game has already progressed to the middle, and the heroines seem to have been already stolen away from the hero, in which I was transmigrated into.

Now I just deeply crave for a cigarette, but I can’t even smoke in this world…!