I Died and Got Reincarnated as a Politician!

The Most Embarrassing Death in History Politics? I never cared for it. Like every other overworked, underpaid employee in the city, I had long accepted that elections were just a cycle of broken promises, corruption scandals, and terrible campaign jingles. I didn’t vote. I didn’t protest. I just survived. And yet, fate decided to make politics my problem in the most ridiculous way possible. It happened on a Wednesday. I had just clocked out after another exhausting shift at the office. My boss had dumped extra paperwork on me at the last minute, so I left later than usual. By then, the streets were almost empty, save for the massive campaign posters, banners, and digital ads flashing on every building. “VICTOR BELMONTE FOR SENATOR!” His smug face was everywhere. Victor Belmonte was one of those politicians who had been around forever. He had a wide, sleazy smile, a perfectly polished haircut, and a reputation for being a corrupt scumbag. Embezzlement, money laundering, illegal businesses—you name it, he had allegedly done it. And yet, there he was, running for re-election, acting like a saint. I glared at one of the giant billboards above the street. It had his stupid grin and some empty promise like, "For the People, By the People!" "Yeah, right," I muttered under my breath. "More like for your wallet, by bribery." That’s when I heard the screech. I barely had time to react. With a horrible, metallic groan, the enormous billboard snapped free from its support beams. It tilted forward, its massive frame casting a dark shadow over the pavement—over me. Time seemed to slow. I took one step back. Then another. Then I realized—I wasn’t moving fast enough. CRASH! Pain exploded through my body. Then—nothing. Just darkness. --- A New Life… as a Politician?! I woke up feeling… different. The pain was gone, but something was off. The air smelled of expensive cologne, leather, and fresh flowers. The soft cushion beneath me was too comfortable—definitely not the hard pavement I had last seen before I died. Wait. I died, right? My eyes snapped open. I wasn’t in the street anymore. I was in a luxurious office, lying on a massive leather couch. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a giant wooden desk, gold-trimmed bookshelves, and shelves lined with expensive liquor. What the hell? I sat up—and immediately froze. A large mirror stood across from me, reflecting a face I did not recognize. No—scratch that. It was a face I knew too well. Victor. Freaking. Belmonte. I jumped up from the couch, heart pounding. That was not my face. That was the face of the man on the billboard. The politician I had just been cursing before I died. The one whose corruption I had ranted about countless times before. I turned to the side. The reflection moved exactly as I did. Same sleek black hair. Same annoyingly smug smirk. Same very punchable face. No, no, no, no. This had to be a nightmare. I slapped myself. Hard. Pain. Oh, s**t. This was real. I had died… and somehow reincarnated as Victor Belmonte.