Western Fantasy: Transmigrating from the Gallows

[DND-inspired, fantasy, oathbreaker paladin, swords and magic]

My name is Kelyn.

At least, that's what I'm called now.

As for who I am...

A noble.

An oathbreaker paladin.

A heretic.

A half-blood.

A dead person.

None of those sound particularly lucky.

Especially the last one.

Because on the first day after I transmigrated, I got to find out firsthand whether this world's gallows actually worked.

The answer is:

Pretty well.

Your neck really does snap.

But since I got back up afterward, what happened before can stay in the past for now.

In this life, I'm not going to be any kind of hero.

If there's money to be made, I'll make it.

If there's wine to be drunk, I'll drink it.

If I can level up, I'll level up.

If someone insists on making trouble

They can ask the sword in my hand if it agrees.