THE DAY HE BECAME A KING

lucky never knew why he was called lucky but he took it wholeheartedly . he never believed in luck and how fortune shines on those who are gifted. in his eyes those who didn't work hard were scum and those who didn't work hard and owned a fortune were worse than scum

until he was reincarnated...

he awoke to screams of pain and misery surrounded in the halls of the high echelons of society. the floor was made of red marble and the pillars were allighned with gold he sat on his throne bejeweled with dozens of rubies and sapphires

he was a young man with a crown placed on his head his face was neither round or long and his eyes were blue like a calm ocean .he stood at 5'11 and had a scar across his eye

"young lord we beg of you to protect the farmers have no food and are left helpless in the coming winter without the aid of nobility we can't possibly survive the oncoming horde"

screamed an old man whose white bead

and wrinkly face showed his prestige and knowledge .

'where the hell am I and who the hell is this old dude, I never knew reincarnation was real if it was I would probably have lived a more fulfilled life instead of working so hard to maintain more than enough money '

"lord we beg of you please answer our kingdoms people"

well shit..