The Heavily Armoured Noble Girl Monette: How To Break a Curse You Don’t Remember Casting - Chapter 34 - The Sound of a Bodyguard Knight Falling

She was kicked out of the house shortly after coming of age because she was found to be the fake daughter.Everyone said she was so unfortunate that she had fallen from a wealthy family to an unknown poor and remote village.It was heard that her new family was extremely poor. She had to feed chickens in the morning, grind feed at night, and might even be sold by her family to finance her brothers' weddings.However, what was going on?Her eldest brother is a business elite and a financial tycoon;Her second brother is a medical genius;Her third brother is an award-winning actor and a super idol;Her fourth brother is the most powerful lawyer.It was said that her grandfather with poor health was a big shot only seen in the news...Her father, who dominated half of the business world, said, “My real daughter had returned! I was going to give her pocket money to let her spend freely!”A certain incredibly wealthy CEO said, “Baby! I will follow you wherever you go!”She replied, “Go away, or I'll kill you!”The CEO said, “She told me to go away! She must love me!”

A man betrayed by a comrade dies a wretched death as a third rate swordsman. His existence, his life, his emotions are all a nuisance in the eyes of society. But wait… What’s this green skin? Reincarnated as a goblin? Wait, I went back in time as well?

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.

I’ve become a rogue lord in another world! This is the story of a game I was playing! The story of the protagonist, who has become a rogue lord who dies after two days, successfully uses the game’s history and system to escape his impending doom and become the strongest.