Yes, transmigration

Hidden behind the hoodie, a man in his 30's with no "life" buys his midnight snack in the convenience store, just a few blocks away from his home.

But just as if his luck had run out, an unpredictable situation where things could go extremely dangerous has happen. A robbery occurred.

Fortunately for him, he was in the farthest isle when it happens. This gave him enough time to think of a way to escape this grave scene.

However, before he could even bring himself to the exit he felt a sense of sympathy towards the staff. His eyes speaks of fear, his trembling body is obvious even a few feet away.

Bind by the curse of wisdom of his parents, he can do nothing but to help this poor man. So he thought of a way to distract the robber.

There he thought of one.

By pushing the cart towards the item displayed, he could distract him. Do the man he saw in social media and bring an end to this madness.

And so he thought he could do. He pushed the cart filled with items towards the display, the item scattered and left a mess, and so is sounds that distracted the robber.

Knowing he's distracted, he moved to another isle, grab a strong material, and proceed to approach the distracted robber.

Knowing full well what will happen, he aim for the nape, but before he could exude his full force on hand, another man appear... a man with a firearm.

Then a shot was heard.

The shot was so loud, it probably alerted the neighborhood.

But such shot thankfully didn't hit his vital, certain that he was shot, in panic, he hide behind the isle. The staff had hid himself under the counter as well.

Still, he's losing too much blood.

There's one thing he should do. Buy some time.

Acting hero turned out in worst case, he shouldn't have done it. Now, he can only pressurize the wound, endure the pain, and wait for authority to react on the loud bang.

Nonetheless, he died.

***

A nation of Grane Kingdom, originally part of the former glorious empire of Constina. A nation ruled by a great person who united the northern continent against the invading force of the south.

This nation, compared to her sisters, are poor and collapsing. With its bureaucrat under severe corruption, ruler with no sense of strong political will, and unsatisfied citizen, any seconds or decision that the ruler do could bring the nation down to one city.

Though rich in culture, perhaps due to being one of the central states of the empire, they are now merely a shadow of their former glory.

Despite this, the royal family still lives in luxury. With them either attending or hosting a party and spending money to unnecessary items recklessly, without any sort of limit.

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He awakens in his slumber, with headache stopping him from thinking clearly. Realizing what could be the reason, he drank a water and ordered some food from the maid that subdue hangover.

The person's name is Charles Lauren Van Lowe. 3rd prince of Grane Kingdom and 5th among siblings.

Not favored by fate, he was so far away from the throne. Yet here he is, completely exhausted, lying in the bed with two naked women beside him.

He tried to raise his head, look around while his eyes still half-shut. He gave himself a big yawn before finally remembering something unusual.

"Huh?"

'I died.'

An unknown memory of someone, someone pathetic, ugly, and perhaps devoid of human contact, is in his head.

Nevertheless.

It was him.

Those memories, it connects the chronological line. Making his life as if the new one and the new memory, being old.

He look at his hand, feeling surreal as of moment. He look beside him, there he met the two women he supposedly had fun last night.

Anastasia and Vanessa, twin sister of the house of Folnt. Major noble house of Grane family.

Last night, the royal family hosted a large banquet after the release of the nation's national budget for this year.

'That was so wrong.'

Charles is a prince, he knows and studied the history of the nation. Where it originated, and how it ended this way.

That's why, he knows everything is so wrong.

His memory told so, every mistake they made, every decision they think is wise, made their nation worse.

"Fuck."

Realizing that, he's in a nation that will soon collapse and be swallowed by the massive kingdoms just right beside them. And when that happen, depending on the nation's ruler, he could wish his head not impaled.

With haste, Charles dressed up and left the room, leaving the two blue haired beauties sleeping peacefully.

He head for his parents' bedroom, where he suspect both of them still sleeping. But to his great disappointment, upon arriving, he saw his parents room still evident from the orgy that transpired last night.

"Fuckin' hell, mother, father!"

He shout thoroughly, enough for his voice to echo across the hallway, even for their servants to hear.

And unsurprisingly, the two woke up, along with a few member of the orgy that probably slept due to exhaustion in their room.

"W-what, what could this be, my son?! Have you not learned anything from your instructor?!—"

His father's flustered face swap to a raging one after seeing the face of his 5th child, however, before he could stand up, his child began stamping his feet from the sticky ground.

"The national budget's currently over 10.7% deficit from last year. All stacks of wool were left unsold from the warehouses, the bureaucrats are running rampant on their corrupted schemes.

Tell me father, what could be the reason for me storming in this nasty place?!"

The room went silent, his mother's mouth open wide. His father's express his confusion.

"The only important thing we have is the wool, and yet all of it was left unsold. Do you wish for our nation to actually collapse?!"

"S-son..."

"Father, if you want this country of ours to remain intact, give me the authority to half of our nation."

"Charles, how dare you order your father like that—"

"Okay. I give you full permission."

"Wha...—, darling, what?"

"From here and forth, Charles Lauren Van Löwe will control half of the nation, that is a decision I have made."