I lived a pretty honest life, but in the end, it did nothing for me.
I used to think that was just how the world worked.
Back in Japan, I was an ordinary salaryman. The company wasn't huge, but the pay was decent. It wasn't a "black company," but my bald boss was a real piece of work—he drove me nuts every day.
I was painfully earnest back then, clinging to this pointless idea of "justice."
Then one day, by pure luck, I discovered my boss was embezzling millions of yen. Fueled by my so-called "sense of justice," I immediately reported him to the accounting department. Sure, I also wanted him gone, but mostly I just thought I was doing the right thing.
Turns out "doing the right thing" was a total waste. I didn't realize that "justice" is basically a convenient excuse we use to feel good about ourselves.
But I still acted like I was righteous, marching around with my big moral code.
The company was rotten inside. The accounting department was in on the scam, so the whole embezzlement got pinned on me.
I got fired—just like that. I couldn't find another job. Desperate and depressed, I went on a drinking binge, wandered onto the street, and got hit by a truck.
That's how my pathetic life ended.
Then I woke up in another world.
I was born into a really well-off family—apparently the eldest son of a count. That meant I'd inherit his noble title one day. With an opportunity like that, there was no way I was going to live the straight-and-narrow again.
No more being "earnest."
No more being a "good guy."
Equality? Ha, yeah right. That doesn't exist anywhere.
I don't care who complains. From now on, I'll live exactly how I want.
I'll live for me and nobody else.
I'm going to do whatever I feel like, as a shameless noble.
That's my vow.