ISEKAI: I was reincarnated as the poorest King in the world.

Introduction.

Is it worth being good in a bad world?

I don't know, I never knew.

As a child I always told myself that living by the norms was the perfect path to virtue. I followed the rules of the game, I advanced along the road of life without once failing my moral code.

And yet, when push came to shove, none of my choices turned out to be adequate.

I failed many, many times, I fell until I was mired in the mud of failure.

Why didn't anything work out the way I wanted it to?

Why did my choices end in the worst possible outcome?

I never hurt anyone.

I always set out to improve myself through training and discipline. I had every safe card in my hand.

So why...

Why did it all turn out so badly?

Was it my environment?

Or was it me?

Suddenly, an absurd idea came into my brain during those final seconds.

What if I could live again?

Would I really take the same path of righteousness?

For an instant the thought of becoming a crazy libertine flashed through my brain. Having a life of excess, uncontrolled sex and dark passion to satiate my baser instincts didn't seem so bad after all.

I would eat without concern for my health, fornicate until I was drier than a raisin and kill all those who pissed me off. After all...

"You only live once."

And yet, despite that moment of weakness my answer remained the same.

Of course I would live an honorable life.

For that was my nature and not even a reincarnation could change that.

Right?

Chapter 1: Changing Latin America

The sound of the car driving on the ground gave me a bad feeling.

I leaned my face out the window to try to shake off this bad feeling that was weighing me down. I knew that coming here was a terrible idea, especially because of the recent criminal conflicts with the local population.

According to what I was told, these criminal groups were in charge of extorting money from the villagers through violence and threats that they usually carried out.

“We must hurry. “My words reached the driver and he only nodded his head, then stepped on the accelerator and little by little we drove deeper into the rural town. I didn't see any other cars around, nor pedestrians working the fields.

“We are almost there, Deputy, are you ready to make your speech? “ asked my driver.

“Of course I am, I am going to propose my new security strategy to get these rats out of here. I cannot allow them to hurt the people who strive every day to get ahead. “My determination did not waver, despite the threats and warnings I received, I was not going to back down.

My father died at an advanced age when I turned 25 and my mother died in childbirth. I had no romantic partner, no friends, only co-workers who aligned themselves with my ideals of greatness.

The van entered the town after 10 minutes. Again, the absence of people made me feel uncomfortable, especially because of the time: barely four o'clock in the afternoon.

The place was no different from the vast majority of Mexican towns to the north, the houses were concrete and brick well erected and the main avenues boasted a new patching that probably won't last more than six months.

“We arrived, we should go straight to the dome to prepare for the event, tomorrow we will have a busy day.”

“As you order, Congressman, the truth is that I admire you very much, despite being less than thirty years old you are already recognized in social networks as one of the few honest politicians in this country. If there were more people like you then my children would not be afraid to go out in the street. “ The driver, named Hugo, flattered me with his sincere words.

We had worked together since the beginning of the year and hit it off immediately. We weren't exactly friends, but at least he knew when to say cool phrases.

“It's the right thing to do, I will make sure Mexico is a safe place for the next generations. “We arrived at the central plaza at a good hour, the place was an esplanade covered with a plastic dome that gave a futuristic appearance with some touches of poverty. Finally I saw a few street vendors walking nearby, all of them lying with their stalls held by a three-wheeled bicycle.

“I still don't see anyone, sir, should I go look for them at the presidency? “Hugo asked.

“Yes, you should go and see. I will stay here to start the logistics. Let them know we're early, they must be eating.”

“Okay, see you later. “Hugo started the van and left the place, leaving me alone in the middle of the esplanade.

I took a quick look at the site; apparently we'll have to move a stage in the back for better visibility. As for the sound, I guess two basses and about six speakers distributed by a conductor cable will be enough.

Interesting, I'll be sure to give an excellent speech to move the authorities.

“Oh, it's about time. “I heard the sound of two white vans approaching from a distance, probably the other deputies and the municipal president.

Fortunately they didn't take long, as there was a lot of work to be done before nightfall.

And all of a sudden my words disappeared.

Out of the two vans came three men wearing military balaclavas and carrying high caliber weapons, probably illegal. I didn't need to be a genius to understand their intentions.

“Holy shit! “ I exclaimed, as I took cover behind the iron fountain.

There were 6 heavily armed attackers with bulletproof vests. They didn't say a word to me, they simply fired a volley of bullets with every intention of leaving me worse than a Swiss cheese.

“Help! “ I shouted again; from my pocket I pulled out my own handgun to try to defend myself.

Only an idiot would challenge mobsters while unarmed. Since I was a teenager I asked for training with firearms and hand-to-hand combat, as I was aware that sooner or later I would be in a risky situation.

Ok, calmly...

I couldn't fall victim to panic and terror, I had to keep them away so the cops could come to save me.

“Kill that asshole! “ Shouted one of the hitmen, while he continued firing his bullets in the direction of the statue.

“Ah!" I faked a scream of pain to make them lower their guard. And indeed, it worked, the shooting stopped and immediately one of the ampons walked with his rifle in my direction; he was planning to give me the coup de grâce and finish the execution.

Big mistake.

I took the safety off the gun and pointed it to the right.

The criminal was already relaxed because he thought he would find a dying man, not a guy pointing a gun at him.

“Pen! “ He couldn't finish his motherfuckin' lie, because I blew his head off with a shot that not only went through the balaclava, but also scattered his brains around the statue.

“That son of a bitch fooled us! “ exclaimed another hitman, enraged by the recent humiliation.

It was not every day that the dreaded armed arms were confronted by a mere low-level deputy.

“Help, I'm under attack! “ I kept shouting for reinforcements.

I was frightened.

My screams seemed to be insufficient, as not a soul came forward to help me or at least alert the authorities.

The thugs resumed their shooting once more and this time they retreated to both sides.

“No, no, no, no..." I whispered, as two silent tears ran down my cheeks.

I knew very well what they were planning to do: surround me on both sides and shoot me without the protection of the fountain.

“Die already, pendejo!“

Two attackers were positioned on my right flank and three on my left.

“Please help! “I almost broke my throat with that desperate cry. The ampons surrounded me and pointed their guns at me, this seemed to be the end.

I wished with all my heart that a Mexican army car would arrive right now with their machine guns ready to rescue me. I couldn't die here, not when I was just starting my political career....

“AHHHH! “I shot one hitman in the head, killing him instantly, but the other four sprayed me with bullets without a chance to dodge them or take cover again.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

This hurt like hell.

I could feel the steel of the bullets shattering my joints, while my blood spilled all over the floor. I had never felt so much pain and suffering in my life, this must be a nightmare, a horrendous vision of my imagination.

Wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

No... This was definitely not a mistake.

I will indeed be killed.

No one will know of my ideals or intentions, all my work will be in vain...

No, no, no...

I lost my vision and also stopped feeling my limbs. Blood filled my cold lips until I stopped feeling its warmth.

No, no, no...

This could not end like this.

-We already killed this asshole, let's go to hell.

Those were the last words I managed to hear.

The sounds disappeared and in the end only a white darkness enveloped me.

That was how local deputy Esaú Sánchez Moreno, 29 years old, ended his life.

Bathed in steel and blood, with no one by his side to say his last goodbye.