He is Already a Tycoon at a Young Age! - Chapter 2



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Episode 2

Episode 2 – Kill Hitler, who killed Adolf

thud!

Tata Tang!

Machine gun bullets sweep through the places where shells landed.

In the middle of it all, two men were pedaling their bicycles hard.

“Alf, keep running! Joe, the shelling will start again soon! We have to get back to the trench before that…”

“I know! I know!”

Tata tata tang!

I flinched involuntarily at the pouring machine gun fire.

‘Why am I doing this?’

Hitler was a liaison officer during World War I.

The worst position where you risk your life delivering letters.

That’s my job now.

‘Why am I so unlucky?’

If I think about it, it’s been a lifetime of resentment.

I studied hard as my parents told me to and got into the advertising and public relations department of a prestigious university…

As soon as I got a job, AI took over the marketing industry.

They were swept away in a mass layoff.

AI replacement has occurred not only in marketing but in all industries.

One day, while I was living a semi-forced life as a freeloader, I started writing web novels to kill time.

The genre is alternative history, something I’ve always been interested in.

The content was simple.

‘The protagonist who fell into the 20th century stops Hitler’s dictatorship and protects Weimar democracy! Protect the Republic!’

The readers’ response was better than expected, and we even made a lot of money by going paid.

The problem comes next.

I started writing this just to kill time, and there was no proper story plan.

As the patchy developments continue day by day, readers’ reactions continue to fall.

Eventually, it went into indefinite hiatus.

A few weeks later, I received an email from a reader.

[Valkyrie: Author, I’ve always really enjoyed reading your works. But it’s really unfortunate that you stopped writing. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to give you an idea.]

A long article, well over 5,000 characters long.

It was a common type.

There were even people who sent hundreds of emails saying they didn’t like the plot or the characters.

But there was something different about this email.

[Valkyrie: What if Hitler succeeds and conquers Europe, or rather the world?]

[You want a story where Hitler succeeds?]

[Valkyrie: Yes, I actually don’t think Hitler was that bad of a person. The Holocaust is also somewhat exaggerated. And the fun of alternative history is that it is different from the original history…]

Is this guy crazy?

At first, I thought so.

There were quite a few of these types of people.

So-called Nazis or Hitler fanatics.

-The Holocaust is a made-up hoax!

-Jews deserve to be slaughtered!

-The German Wehrmacht is different from the SS! The SS is bad!

-Hitler was bad, but it’s true that Jews tried to conquer the world with a secret organization, blah blah blah.

A group of Nazi uniform obsessed nerds that you’ll find in your school, one or two at a time.

I thought it would be one of them.

[Valkyrie: I really want to see the Lebensraum Empire completed. You are the only one who can write this story. Please do it.]

I jokingly replied and sent it.

[That’s an interesting offer. If you give me about 50 billion, I’ll write it for you.]

A reply came in just 1 minute.

[Valkyrie: Then you sign a contract for 50 billion. I will return to you once I have completed the story I want. I will also send you the author’s data notes so that you can work comfortably.]

What, you’re offering me 50 billion?

Even nonsense must be told in moderation to remain nonsense.

But how did you know I had a data notebook?

A notebook of 20th century related materials collected step by step while writing the article.

Although the last words bothered me, I erased the email from my memory.

Because 50 billion won won’t be deposited anyway.

That evening, my smartphone notification rang.

[※alarm※]

[50000000000 won has been deposited into your account.]

50 billion.

What is this?

Am I dreaming?

I was rubbing my eyes in disbelief when my consciousness began to blur…

‘When I opened my eyes, I was in this mess.’

Hitler’s body in 1918.

After that, I went through the five stages of anger.

1. Denial of reality that this is a dream.

2. Anger about why I have to go through this.

3. A compromise to return 50 billion and send them back to their original era.

4. Depressed while stuck in a trench.

5. Ultimately, acceptance of reality.

It took a few days, but I finally accepted reality.

Anyone who has ever written or read a web novel can adapt to this situation.

‘Yeah, even Hitler survived, so there’s no way I can’t.’

So my happy Hitler life began.

At first, I tried to escape from the battlefield somehow…

“All cowards who try to flee the battlefield will be shot!”

Only the seriously injured can go to the rear.

Soldiers suffering from PTSD and neurosis were even shot for pretending to be sick.

Eventually, as time passed, I adapted to the battlefield. But Hitler’s body was a different story.

If I smoke, I start coughing, and if I eat even the slightest cold thing, I get a stomachache.

Insomnia was a bonus every night.

Among them, there was one thing that concerned me the most.

The most important part of the body.

The most important ‘part’ for a man, not the head, chest, or arms or legs.

Fire egg.

That was the only one.

‘There’s only one Fire Egg! There’s only one Fire Egg!!!’

Why did this have to be true?

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“By the way, don’t you think Adolf has changed a bit? He used to talk nonsense all the time, but he’s been quiet lately. He’s even playing card games with me, which I used to think were gambling games.”

“You smoke now too?”

“That guy smokes? He’ll be drinking soon.”

“I went to the village yesterday and got some wine…”

“What do you mean, got it? You must have stolen it when the owner was away. Hey, here comes Adolf.”

The voices of people murmuring as they looked at me.

I’m used to it now.

“Hey, Adolf! Aren’t you dead yet?! Don’t forget that you promised to give me the Iron Cross when you die.”

“Yeah, I’ll stick it in my ass, so look for it somewhere, you faggot.”

The soldiers burst into laughter.

After lightly blowing the stop sign, he enters the trench.

“Alf, are you here now?”

“I told you not to call me Alf.”

The man scratched his head awkwardly. A typical bespectacled, nerdy guy.

He was a fellow liaison named Ernst Richter.

Before the war, I think he was an accountant.

‘We became close in just two weeks.’

Perhaps because Hitler was originally a savage, the unit members immediately noticed the change.

Richter is one of them.

This timid and stuttery boy quickly became my friend.

‘I never knew I’d have a Jewish best friend.’

Richter comes from a Jewish family.

Hitler’s closest comrade was a Jew.

It’s kind of ironic.

In fact, Hitler’s superior, Lieutenant Gutmann, was also Jewish.

“By the way, have you heard the rumor? This time, there’s a promotion ceremony for sergeants and it seems like you, Alf, are included in it.”

“I’m getting promoted to sergeant?”

Hitler only rose to the rank of corporal. That’s why his enemies nicknamed him Corporal Bohemia.

“You used to be alone, but now you get along well with other kids. Maybe that’s why you’re getting promoted?”

“Maybe so.”

Yes, I served in the Korean military as a sergeant and was discharged after serving my full term.

He’s a sergeant in the Bavarian Royal Army.

“Okay, congratulations. Now you’ll be getting a higher salary.”

“Even if I do that, it’ll only be a drop in the bucket.”

Even that will turn into scraps of paper once the war is over.

“The war will end soon anyway. How many times have I told you?”

I took a note out of my pocket.

Materials prepared while writing an alternative history novel.

A timeline of major events that occurred during this era, as well as the people who made them.

It was full of all kinds of records.

‘When I first came to my senses, you were in my arms.’

The one who made me possess Hitler is a fucking X.

Let’s just call it X.

X seemed to keep his promises.

If this hadn’t been there either…

“Are you reading that note today too?”

Richter glanced over his shoulder.

“What country’s writing is that? It looks like hieroglyphics.”

“Even if I tell you, you won’t know.”

Let’s check the timeline again.

The November Revolution will soon take place in Germany.

A large-scale armed rebellion by soldiers and workers who were fed up with war.

After that, the German Kaiser, Wilhelm II, went into exile in the Netherlands.

At 11 o’clock on November 11, an armistice came into effect, ending World War I.

‘There are only two months left.’

Until then, I had to survive somehow.

“The war will end. The moment the United States entered the war, the game was already decided. In the rear, communists like Rosa Luxemburg are attempting an armed uprising.”

“You, just a month ago you said all defeatists should be shot. And now you’re saying we’re going to lose the war?”

“I said that?”

It wasn’t for nothing that Hitler was treated as an oddball by his colleagues.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with me.

“But the war is over. The question is what to do after that…”

What should I do when the war is over?

First, let’s calmly sort out the situation.

I fell into this era because of an unknown entity, X.

And it just so happened to be Hitler’s body.

‘It was definitely a nickname called Valkyrie.’

Is that all you know about his identity?

It’s so perfect.

Now I had two choices.

first.

He ascends to the position of dictator and conquers the world as the guy demands.

Given his tastes, we’ll probably have to do a Holocaust too.

Simply put, this is an Axis victory scenario.

If all this succeeds, I can return to my original time.

Assuming X keeps his promise.

Second option.

I completely ignore his requests and live as I please.

The 20th century without Hitler.

Will there be a World War II?

If you choose this option, there is zero chance of returning to the original era.

‘Then it’s obvious which one to choose.’

what?

Nazi Germany conquers the world?

Holocaust?

You want me to kill tens of millions just for my own good?

No way.

How dare you drop me into this era?

Become a better person than anyone else.

Hitler, who is 180 degrees different from the original history.

I will become Adolf, the democratic fighter for justice who killed Hitler.

‘Or I could just live comfortably on my own.’

Since you have knowledge of the future, you won’t starve to death wherever you go.

But to do that…

‘Germany will be in chaos after the war.’

The German economy collapsed and hyperinflation soon followed.

It gets to the point where you’re carrying a wad of cash in a cart to buy a slice of bread.

There’s no need to struggle through such a mess.

Where should I go?

Hitler was neither an aristocratic Junker nor did he have much money.

All I have is a notebook of materials.

then…

A place where even the most humble person is treated like a king as long as he has money.

Where business success is more guaranteed than in any other country.

There is only one country like that in this day and age. I looked at Richter, who was tilting his head.

“Hey, didn’t you say you had a great uncle in America?”

“Oh, but why?”

“Are you thinking of starting anew there?”

Land of the American Dream.

Let’s go to America.