I Became Prime Minister in 1825

I transmigrated into the role of the British Prime Minister in the nineteenth century. From the start, I was framed, and the treasury was nearly emptied.

My opponents played politics, plotted, forged documents, and planned every move in advance.

And I was just a philosophy graduate who used to deliver food and work as a designated driver in my previous life.

They laid an inescapable trap, intent on turning the entire country's credit into a worthless scrap of paper.

I used a delivery rider's sensitivity to "late orders" to expose their fake timeline.

I used a designated driver's knack for spotting "detours" to see through their real route.

I used what I learned from delivery orders to redesign the country's auditing rules.

Some people said I didn't understand London's rules.

I said I understood a simpler rule:

If you do the work, you get paid. If you owe a debt, you pay it back.

Anyone who dares to steal the relief grain will find that not even a single grain of flour can be transported.

As the new system rose from the ruins, while the old guard politicians were still too stunned to react...

I put away my newly purchased evening paper. The headline read: "The Prime Minister Made No Ruling Today."