Proud Goddess Falls in Love with Me - Chapter 547 - 507 Defeated Enforcer Squad_1

It began with an accident, or maybe a miracle is a better term. Three souls dying by different strokes. One died in glory and blood; One died, betrayed but glad it was over; One died poor and alone. Then on the child’s fifth birthday, the three sleeping souls awakened. Three souls, one body, two desires, and containing all the powers each had in their last life. Were they destined for greatness? No. But when the past comes to haunt them, their home taken away, they have to make a decision… May it be as simple as a majority vote.“Let’s squash them!”“...can we just run away?“Were you never taught to aim for the eyes?”

This is the story of how I became an outer god.

A new world, filled with mysteries and deadly dangers. New faces, hiding their true intentions. Horizons beyond his wildest dreams. The world of Ice and Fire has opened its gates to him—there is no turning back.Born into a family of ordinary knights, he has no powerful benefactors, no secret knowledge of what lies ahead, and only a vague understanding of this world’s ways. But one thing is certain—he will never stop moving forward. Intrigue, betrayal, enemies—mere obstacles on a path he will carve with his own hands. His life will become a legend, but what kind of legend? That is for him to decide.The first step has been taken. Welcome to a journey that will shape the fate of Planetos.

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.”