My Talent's Name Is Generator - Chapter 6: Power-Up: The Birth of My Core (Or, How I Didn’t Explode)

Lady Bertia, who’s become my fiancée, is a bit odd. On our first meeting, she proclaimed herself a villainess noble girl who’s been reincarnated and said that she’s working hard every day to become a splendid flower of evil that’s elegantly put in her place.

I don’t get it.

But she entertains me because I don’t understand.

That’s why I think I’ll observe her for a while.

This is a story of a crown prince who’s so talented and handsome that he’s grown bored of his easy-mode life. A story of this prince observing a self-proclaimed villainess noble girl (who seems perfect at first but is a bit off) who’s become his fiancée as she snatches flags and breaks them into pieces.

Chang Xia is an anomaly in the tribe——

She doesn’t dress up, make friends, or play around. She likes to hoard all kinds of wild vegetables, and she doesn’t eat meat, saying it’s unpalatable. The whole tribe was worried that she would not grow up and die.

When she became an adult, she directly picked up a sick seedling and married her.

later.

Chang Xia used the hoarded wild vegetables to farm and feed the entire tribe; she built houses and roads, so that the tribe would no longer suffer from cold and freezing; she also conquered the entire ancient continent with delicious food.

Finally, the clansman knew that the sickly seedling beside Chang Xia was once the most powerful totem warrior of the tribe. At this time, the clansmen understood that Chang Xia was the most powerful.

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I became a scientist for an evil organization.…But I’m too competent.

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.