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Cell phone gaming was one of my few hobbies that made me unemployed overnight.

It doesn't cost any money, and you can enjoy it anytime, anywhere, regardless of time and place, so it's the perfect hobby for an unemployed person like me who doesn't have money.

After eating the meal my mom made as usual, I was rolling around in bed and looking for a new game, when 'it' caught my eye.

'Heart of Steel?'

When I clicked on the game, attracted by the familiar yet unique name, a simple explanation appeared.

It's a game where you can change history by choosing the country you want and the person you want.

Thinking it wouldn't be a bad idea, I clicked on the menu and a list of hundreds of countries appeared.

From well-known countries such as the United States, Russia, and China, to third world countries such as Nepal, Armenia, and Ethiopia, to novice countries such as Djibouti and Nauru,

There was no country without it.

'Are you hitting a bit?'

My first choice was Gambia.

There is no particular reason.

It's just something my soul told me to do.

But unfortunately, when I clicked on Gambia, it just said that it was still being prepared and I couldn't connect. If it's going to be like this, why did you put it in?

So what should we do?

USA? It's already a superpower, so what else can you change?

uk? france? I'm not particularly interested.

I don't like China, and I'm not particularly interested in Russia.

Afghanistan? Tibet? I'm interested, but I think the difficulty level is too hellish.

After much consideration, the country I chose was Germany.

germany.

Nowadays, it prides itself on being a European powerhouse and is a shy country that neglects its duties, but a century ago it was the world's biggest problem child.

I chose Germany because the level of difficulty itself seemed appropriate.

When I clicked on Germany, a seemingly endless list appeared.

From Frederick I to Martin Luther, Bismarck, and the current German Chancellor, Olaf Scholz.

I became dizzy with the long, long list that seemed to never end no matter how many times I scrolled through it.

Oh my god, how many people is this?

Choosing just one thing from a list of probably a thousand people would be a waste of time.

Getting annoyed, I clicked the random button. If anyone gets caught, they have to go to that guy.

Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have done that.

no. The best way was not to play the game itself.

But by the time I realized this, the game had already started.

When the roulette stopped, I couldn't help but be surprised.

"Hitler? "Is this true?"

Adolf Hitler.

The rare dictator in human history that no one knows about.

However, since Hitler was born in Austria, I began to question whether he should have been in Austria and not Germany.

Well, Hitler himself considered himself German and mainly worked in Germany, so it cannot be said that he was wrong.

Although I was somewhat averse to the image that Hitler had, I thought it would be more fun to play Hitler than to play Bismarck, a fraud who descended into reality, or Frederick the Great, who was just amazing in terms of luck.

When I clicked on Hitler's photo, the screen changed and 'Mission' appeared.

-Hitler, who was an aspiring painter, tried to unite Europe under the German flag, but ultimately failed. Become the Führer, turn Germany into a great power, win the war, and fulfill his unfulfilled ambitions.

I pressed the play button with a light heart,

I lost consciousness immediately.

***

"How could this happen..."

When I open my eyes,

I had become Hitler.

It's not a joke, really.

At first I thought it was a dream.

However, it is a sight you can see, a sound you can hear, and even a feeling of touch on your skin.

All things considered,

This wasn't a dream, it was reality.

When I first realized the situation I was in, I seriously considered suicide.

Although dying was a little scary, I was willing to die if I could return to my original world.

But when I was about to die, I started to think it was pointless.

What if you die and you don't return to the original world, but it ends as it is?

What should I do then?

I regret living so far to end my life here.

Also, I had some hopes that if I waited, some way or clue to escape this place would appear.

For this reason, I eventually gave up on dying and decided to adapt to reality.

***

Having already become Hitler, I decided to live a life different from the Hitler of history in order to make history even a little more positive.

Instead of entering politics, I stayed in the military and served my time.

Thanks to his history of being awarded the Iron Cross, he was even awarded the rank of Sergeant Major.

Since I was not one to enjoy luxury, I spent less, and later I saved up enough money to be able to live without worrying about money until I got old and died.

While I was living a leisurely life just waiting for the day to retire,

A civil war broke out.

The Communist Party, supported by the Soviet Union, rioted all over the country, and Germany quickly fell into chaos.

To make matters worse, Poland took advantage of the civil war to invade.

While leading my platoon and fighting the Polish army, I was killed with a bullet lodged in my chest.

'Is this the end...?'

But when I came to my senses, I was back in the Hitler of the past.

This was my first regression.

This time, instead of remaining in the army, he returned to Austria, Hitler's homeland.

It was expected that, unlike Germany, where civil war was expected to break out in the future, Austria would be safe.

But my expectations were spectacularly wrong.

As civil war broke out in Germany, communist riots also occurred in Austria.

As Austria fell into chaos, Italy and Czechoslovakia intervened in the civil war in the name of suppressing the Communist Party and maintaining order.

I was killed in an Italian airstrike.

During my second retreat, I went to Switzerland.

It would be safe in Switzerland. There would be no reason for a civil war to break out, and there would be no invasion.

However, even if we avoided war, we could not avoid traffic accidents.

On my way home from grocery shopping, I was hit by a truck that was running at a red light while crossing the street.

He was rushed to the hospital, but died two days later.

In the third time, I was able to avoid the truck.

However, that evening, during a struggle with a robber who broke into his house, he was stabbed in the carotid artery.

As I was dying from excessive bleeding, I belatedly recalled the 'mission' I saw when I started the game.

What did you say? Yes, he said he would become Führer and turn Germany into a great power.

The deaths that I couldn't avoid no matter how hard I tried may have been caused by me avoiding my mission.

I thought that if I completed the mission, not only would I no longer die, but I might be able to escape this horrible regression.

So I decided to become President.

As Hitler did throughout history, he ascended to the position of Fuhrer, reoccupied the Rhineland, annexed Austria, ceded the Sudetenland, and regained West Prussia and Posen.

I thought my job was done, but there was still an ambush left.

It is said that human greed has no end, and when Poland, their arch enemy, was overthrown, the Prussian nobles, the Junkers, began to be greedy for the restoration of the monarchy.

Naturally, I was opposed to the restoration of the monarchy. Because there was no need or reason to do that in the first place.

But the proud Junkers thought differently. Did he sincerely think that Germany without the Kaiser was not Germany, or was the restoration of the monarchy an excuse and just wanted to seize the power he had?

Maybe it was both.

Anyway, they staged a coup and imprisoned me in the basement of the Abwehr (Counterintelligence Bureau).

They announced to the public that I was in critical condition, placed the blame on the SS, and carried out a purge.

The SS chose resistance rather than being quietly disbanded, which resulted in a civil war.

When civil war broke out in Germany, Britain, France, Italy, and the Soviet Union intervened.

Just before the Soviet army entered Berlin, I was dragged out of the basement and shot.

Just before I lost consciousness, I made a promise.

In the next regression, I will definitely not repeat the previous mistakes.

I will definitely succeed and put a bullet in the assholes of the bastards who fucked me up.