Reincarnated with the Country System

Alberto emerged from the bar, Sofia at his side, the sound of her heels clicking on the asphalt.

Before he could fully appreciate the change in his surroundings, his eyes fell on the scene in front of him—the police, the flashing lights, and right in the middle of it, a man forced to kneel, his hands chained behind his back.

Commissioner Roberts stood next to the man, his arms crossed over his chest. His tailored suit, pristine amidst the chaos, made him look like a high-ranking officer, not a regular cop. Which, in a way, he was.

A slight smile played on Alberto's lips. "You caught him."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Roberts said, bowing his head slightly. "He couldn't have gotten far." He gestured to the kneeling man. "Do you want to question him yourself?"

Alberto walked over to the criminal, crouching so they were at eye level. The man was shaking, sweat glistening under the artificial lights. He wasn't some hardened gangster—just another desperate soul trying to play a game he wasn't equipped for.

"Okay," Alberto said softly, his voice calm, almost gentle. "Why did you try to rob me?"

The man swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at him. "My… my daughter's sick," he stammered, his voice rough and uneven. "She needs treatment. I had no other choice."

A moment of silence. Then—

Alberto exhaled a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.

"Wrong answer."

The criminal shuddered.

Alberto's voice was casual, almost amused. "Medical care is free in every hospital in this country, dumbass. There isn't a single disease your kid could have that would cost you money. So tell me—" He tilted his head. "Why did you really do it?"

The man's face paled. His mouth opened, then closed. He had no answer.

Alberto sighed and stood up, brushing imaginary dust from his jacket. "Can't you lie better than that?" He breathed sharply, more frustration than anger. "You criminals really need to do better."

The man's face twisted, panic creeping into his eyes. He had been caught in a lie, and he knew it. His lips parted, searching for another excuse, but nothing came.

Roberts made an impatient noise. "Moron." He gestured to his officers. "Get him in the car."

They hauled the man up, shoving him into the backseat of a police cruiser.

Alberto watched, his hand on his chin. *I should have raised the IQ of these people. They've become so stupid. They can't even lie properly.*

A smile escaped his lips. "If you're going to commit a crime, at least make it interesting."

Sofia had been quiet this whole time, standing slightly behind him, observing. But now, she took a slow step forward, her voice cautious, uncertain.

"…Who the hell are you?"

Alberto turned slightly, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

Then he smiled. Not a friendly smile. The kind of smile that made people nervous.

"Nothing."

Roberts stepped forward, opening the door of a black, unmarked police car. "Your Majesty, shall we go?"

Alberto took his time adjusting the cuffs of his jacket. Then, like a man who owned the world, he got into the back seat and sat down.

The door closed.

The engine roared.

Then the convoy began to move.

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Inside the car, the air was heavy with cigarette smoke. Roberts sat in the front seat, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"Your Majesty," he said, his voice respectful but with a hint of concern. "With all due respect… baiting criminals for your entertainment is reckless. If he were more dangerous, we'd be having a very different conversation right now."

Alberto, comfortably seated in the back seat, smiled. "Do you think he was a threat to me?"

"No," Roberts admitted, "but that's not the point. One day, someone might be a threat."

Alberto laughed. "You don't have to worry about that. They're my summons. Besides, I'm a lot stronger now than I was before."

Roberts sighed, but he knew there was no point in arguing about it. Instead, he cleared his throat. "That woman," he said. "Who was she?"

Alberto shrugged. "I met her today. She's from Barta. You think she was pretty, don't you?"

Roberts looked at him in the rearview mirror, his expression dry. "Yes, I think so too… but Your Majesty, what about Prime Minister Elizabeth? She's no less beautiful."

"Hmm… she's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. But she's very cold."

"But you can compliment her beauty sometimes. Women like that. What would Lady Elizabeth think if she knew you were calling a random girl you met in a bar pretty?"

Alberto's smile deepened.

He leaned back, resting his head on the seat. "Elizabeth doesn't care about petty things like jealousy."

Roberts grinned. "You hope she doesn't."

Alberto laughed. He felt that if Elizabeth ever decided to be jealous, the whole country would know.

The car took a slow turn, the city sprawling out beyond the rain-streaked windows. They passed under an overpass, the distant hum of a train vibrating through the concrete. The neon skyline loomed ahead, glowing like a living entity.

Roberts took a deep breath. "Your Majesty, forgive me, but I have to ask… you have it all. Power, control, an empire that bends to your will. Yet, you still roam the streets, baiting criminals for fun. We've had several reports of muggings, thefts, and robberies overnight."

Alberto was silent for a moment, watching the city blur outside.

Then, he smiled.

"Because I want to use my power. What's the point of having power if you can't use it properly?"

Roberts frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Alberto tilted his head, watching the neon lights reflect off the wet road.

And in the end, no matter how much he tried to control it—

That was what made him laugh.

The car stopped in front of the Palace of Versailles.

Alberto opened the door and got out.

Roberts got out too, facing him. "Please take care of yourself, Your Majesty."

He then saluted Alberto and left.