After getting hit and killed by a dump truck, I transmigrated to another world and became a prince of a kingdom.
What? As the second son, I can't inherit the throne? No problem. I'll just live off the royal treasury and wait to die.
What? This world has magic, but my talent is pretty average? No problem. I'll just live off the royal treasury and wait to die.
So, after my deadbeat father passed away, I became a lord far from the empire's political center. But it didn't last long...
One day, Count Savitz, the border lord, hosted a banquet, and I was among the guests. The atmosphere was so lively that I couldn't help drinking quite a bit, and before long I was out cold.
When I woke up, I found myself lying in a large bed in the imperial palace.
Just as I was starting to panic, Count Savitz sprang out from a corner and dropped to one knee.
"The Mad King was incompetent and tyrannical, stirring up widespread public anger. I have now slain him. Your Highness, please ascend the throne and take charge of the empire."
But I really don't want this damn throne!!!
