Chapter 3: I Go Out

In his later life, Wang Weiguo was a kind person. Though he dared not help an old lady who had fallen, he was careful not to step on flowers and would help younger students at school. But now, Cyric's mind had been overtaken by violence.

In peaceful times, he would have been a model citizen, but in troubled times, only the most ruthless survive. Having fused memories from two lives, Cyric acted without hesitation—his actions were almost instinctual.

Of course, Cyric didn't yet realize that this was partly due to the fusion of the Blood Medal, a by-product of the system. Regardless, his actions had completely broken Karl's spirit.

As a member of the upper class, Karl found the abuse he suffered unbearable. And Cyric had not only threatened him but also his family. Hitler's stormtroopers were known for being ruffians, thugs, and criminals—there was nothing they wouldn't do.

Suddenly, an odd sound filled the room, and with it came an awful stench. Karl had soiled himself. What a disgrace!

Cyric removed the muzzle of his gun from the hapless man and turned to Losov. The moment Cyric's gaze landed on him, Losov trembled in fear. Cyric seemed like a monster straight from hell.

"Enough, Cyric. You've gone too far," Hitler's voice interrupted. As a master manipulator, Hitler knew how to take advantage of every opportunity.

In this situation, Cyric played the bad cop, while Hitler needed to be the good cop. "They are our honored guests. How could you treat them this way?"

"I'm sorry," Cyric replied nonchalantly, his voice devoid of any guilt. He shot Losov a menacing look, causing the man to shiver.

Hitler knelt down beside Karl, who lay in a pathetic heap on the ground, and asked, "Do you still stand by what you said earlier, Mr. Karl?"

Hitler's eyes were still ablaze with fervor, and one of his hands rested casually near his waist, where a pistol was holstered.

"Fine, I agree to your demands," Karl finally muttered.

"Mr. Karl, thank you for your support!" Hitler's heart surged with excitement. He was already imagining leading the rebel army to Berlin.

"Losov, Sessel, what about you?" Hitler asked, turning to the other two men.

"We have no objections," the two replied after exchanging glances. They were dealing with madmen. If they refused, they'd end up like Karl. And Cyric would definitely kill them without hesitation.

For now, they would agree. But once they left, they'd immediately report to Berlin and mobilize the army to crush the rebellion.

"This is excellent news! I can't wait to announce it to everyone outside!" Hitler stood up and began to walk toward the door.

"Chief, these three should go out with you," Cyric suddenly said.

At this time, Hitler wasn't yet the Führer of Germany, only the leader of the Nazi Party. His stormtroopers called him "Leader."

Göring shot Cyric a sharp look. It wasn't Cyric's place to give orders. But Hitler, after a moment of reflection, gave Cyric an approving glance and nodded. "Since everyone has agreed, you should come out with me."

A moment ago, in his excitement, Hitler had nearly forgotten that if he announced the success of the coup alone, it wouldn't have the same impact. With the three of them at his side, it would carry far more weight.

However, Karl, still foul-smelling, made Hitler wrinkle his nose in disgust. "Mr. Karl, you should stay here."

Karl sighed with relief. Though humiliated earlier, he now felt lucky. If he had to go out and publicly declare support for Hitler, it would be a betrayal of the government!

Besides, he didn't believe in Hitler's chances. How could such a demagogue possibly succeed?

Meanwhile, Losov, the commander of the Bavarian Defense Forces, and Sessel, the state police chief, exchanged determined glances.

What to do? If Hitler went out alone, they could later deny any involvement. But if they walked out with him and publicly declared their support, the stain of betrayal would never be washed away.

The only solution was to expose Hitler's crimes as soon as they stepped outside and call for resistance. If Hitler dared to kill them in public, he would be declaring war on Munich's upper class.

"You two, don't even think about it!" Just as Losov was about to whisper something to Sessel, Cyric jabbed the muzzle of his MP18 into their backs. "Try anything, and your fate will be far worse than Karl's!"

Cyric was here to change history. In the real Beer Hall Putsch, Hitler's biggest mistake was failing to secure the support of the Bavarian generals. These three had remained unmoved. At the time, Hitler had been too inexperienced, and none of his followers had been as ruthless as Cyric. But to succeed in a coup, ruthlessness was essential.

Now, Cyric was altering history. After what had just happened to Karl, Losov and Sessel would have no choice but to go down this path of no return.

Cyric was a dangerous man, and the thought of him standing behind them, willing to harm their wives and children, made any notion of resistance vanish.

"History will remember this day!" Hitler proclaimed as he walked into the hall, addressing the room full of Bavarian elites, excitement evident in his voice.

"Mr. Karl, General Losov, and Mr. Sessel have agreed to join me in forming a new German government. The Bavarian cabinet has stepped down! The new Bavarian government will consist of a regent and a prime minister with dictatorial powers."

"I propose Mr. von Karl as the regent, and I will serve as prime minister. The so-called Sinners' Government and the German President are no more. The new national government will be established today, here in Munich!"

"Mr. Karl is currently discussing with General Ludendorff the details of our march to Berlin! General Losov and Mr. Sessel, please join me in announcing this to everyone!"