I'll kill you after I finish this game!

The superheroes created by Rezhe also attracted the attention of a certain head of state, who was greatly surprised after witnessing the extraordinary power possessed by these superheroes.

His racial policies after he came to power constantly incited racial conflicts and promoted the superiority of the Aryan race.

They also promised to return Germany to the true Germans.

When this plan was first announced, countless sycophants flocked to it, echoing the leader's remarks and fabricating numerous pieces of evidence advocating racism.

But the Führer also knew that this was just a charade. However, once the real situation occurred, it would not only greatly boost the morale of the German people and the army, but also completely perfect the racial plan that the Führer had originally mentioned.

Because his work surprised a certain head of state, Lei Zhe became the main person in charge and leader of the Fountain of Life.

Although the intention was simply to control the talented "Grey," there was also a genuine desire to win him over.

After Rezer stated that these physical advantages could be inherited with a high probability, the Führer and some high-ranking German officials launched a new Lebensborn program.

First and second-tier soldiers were used to conceal secret weapons, while third-tier super soldiers were pushed to the forefront for propaganda and to boost the morale of the people and soldiers, encouraging women in Germany to pursue them voluntarily.

After all, entering the fertile ground of life during this period, bearing children and becoming the Führer's daughter to give birth to a child for the country was the dream of the vast majority of women in Germany at that time.

Although Gray's existence cannot be brought into the open, he is already a highly sought-after figure among those with inside information channels in Berlin.

Who wouldn't want to become a super Aryan? After all, besides having offspring, one can also be modified using Gray's technology.

One of the leaders of the country was transformed into a second-level superhuman by Rezhe.

Moreover, even if Razor teaches this technology to others, they have only a very small chance of creating a degraded version of the Tier 3 Super Aryan. This proves that Razor has not kept anything from you. Whether you can do it or not depends on yourself.

After all, Gray also said that this technique isn't perfect; he's just a bit more skilled at it.

Therefore, before Germany fully grasped the technology provided by Gray, Gray was a precious asset.

Meanwhile, Reinhardt had already learned of the birth of the super soldiers. Thinking of the two men named Gray and Carl, Reinhardt was certain that the existence of these two guys was very unusual to the world.

Before he knew it, some time had passed, and Reinhardt was still living his boring life as if it were perfectly normal.

Reinhardt was also a restless person. He hated being bored, but could only do boring things to relieve the boredom. The label of workaholic also applied to this young nobleman.

"A vampire and murderer incident? It's even involving military officers now? Superman's been showing up lately, does that mean the Fountain of Life has even brought out werewolves?"

With his head down, engaged in arduous document processing, Reinhardt listened to his subordinate's report without looking up, speaking in a calm tone as if it were a joke.

The recent murder case has caused quite a stir. Normally, we wouldn't bother with the slums, but this time an officer in the army has been killed.

The occurrence and spread of this scandal forced the military to respond.

The soldier in charge of the report stood at attention and spoke frankly.

"The Fountain of Life has denied it. The gentleman in charge of the Fountain of Life has told Reinhardt that there are many beings in this world who are inherently transcendent."

“...So you were already detached? Ha.” Reinhardt repeated what Gray had told him, then chuckled and said, “Tell me the details.”

It has piqued my interest quite a bit. The world may be boring, but it is also vast. Maybe I feel bored because I haven't found something that I can give my all to?

"A few months ago, dozens of murders occurred throughout Berlin. There were only two methods and causes of death for the victims: either they were drained of their blood and became mummies, or they were chopped into pieces."

The subordinate in charge of the report frowned slightly and continued, "Most of the deceased were from the slums, and it was precisely because of that location that they were not initially taken seriously."

Currently, the entire decision-making body is mostly focused on the war and super soldiers, so naturally no one will care about a few murders in a slum.

It is precisely because the death toll and the identities of the dead are no longer confined to slums and have spread to military officers that some high-ranking officials have shifted their focus.

Reinhardt, still not raising his head, kept a stern, devilishly handsome face, his gaze suddenly glancing at a letter on his desk from someone in the propaganda department.

Unfortunately, this matter was leaked to him by the propaganda department; how utterly incompetent.

With a still uninterested and bored expression, he looked at everything written in the letter.

In other words, I understand your previous efforts to dispel the scandal surrounding General Dillewanger, and I am fully aware of your position, but please allow me to elaborate.

General Dillewanger, the foolish and unlucky fellow who was seduced and killed by a murderer, is the one mentioned in the newspaper. It's utterly ridiculous that he would end up like this after messing around with women.

You are clearly driving your subordinates into a corner.

I understand perfectly well that you don't quite believe in my predictions or divination, but you should also be able to understand the extraordinary abilities of my friend, right?

Although I do not wish for my esteemed Lieutenant General to be involved in such trivial matters, I have taken the liberty of submitting this report and sending this letter for confirmation.

[Your Highness Reinhard Heydrich, to whom I have shown great kindness, I have unwavering faith in your glory and future.]

Therefore, even if it were the worst-case scenario, in order not to tarnish your reputation and prestige, I am prepared to sacrifice myself entirely in this murder case, and I am determined to catch him—please forgive my thoughts.

"idiot."

Even before he finished reading the letter, his eyes had already turned impatient and cold. Reinhardt was no fool; how could he let Karl's flattering words mask his true feelings?

He crumpled the letter he hadn't finished reading into a ball and stood up from his seat.

Despite the displeasure churning within, his expression remained completely unchanged.

Seeing their superior abruptly get up and walk away, the subordinates hurriedly followed.

"...Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, may I ask what your orders are at this time?"

It was already night, and as Reinhardt's subordinate, he naturally had to follow.

"I need to go out for a bit to prepare the car."

"Yes, where are you going?"

"Go see Chancellor Goebbels. Can't that man even control his own subordinates?"

"...Uh, please, please wait a moment." Hearing that they were going to find Goebbels, the subordinate's face stiffened, and he panicked slightly. He explained, "His Highness the Chancellor is at the opera house tonight with His Excellency the Grand Councilor—"

"Are you all gathered together again to see the Nibelungen?"

Even before his subordinate finished speaking, Reinhardt could tell what those boring people were doing, and shook his head, saying:

"How boring, I'm about to get tired of it, it's hopeless."

Despite uttering disrespectful words to his superior, Reinhardt opened the door and walked out, with his subordinates quickly following behind.

Ignoring the attempts of his subordinates to stop him, Reinhardt walked on expressionlessly, lost in thought.

Why was he so displeased? Reinhard himself couldn't understand it either, but he strode forward, using silence to shut up his subordinates who followed closely behind.

As soon as he stepped out of the lobby, he opened the door of the car that was already waiting and sat down in the seat.

Even if left unattended, they would follow on their own; his subordinates seemed to faithfully obey their superior's orders.

Regardless of personal feelings, I will do what I am told.

Am I only allowed to do what I'm told to do?

"So that's how it is. This really is the kind of subordinate that suits a man like me," Reinhardt thought to himself with a touch of self-mockery.

"Let's go," Reinhardt commanded expressionlessly.

"Yes," the subordinate in charge of driving replied. "Where to?"

"The National Opera House—no, the one that claims to be arresting that rebel is there?"

"If that's what you're asking about, it's near the Berlin Cathedral."

"Then let's go there."

"But, but Your Excellency Lieutenant General, this—"

"what happened?"

He looked over with a calm, indifferent, yet extremely authoritative gaze, and the subordinate, whose face was stiff and who was still hesitant, immediately stopped talking.

"No, it's okay, I understand."

"Hurry up," Reinhardt urged indifferently, giving the driver a brief and concise instruction.

"Yes!"

Ultimately, it succumbed to that irresistible authority, started the engine, and began driving the car.

Reinhardt gazed at the night view of the capital and muttered to himself.

"...Since he has talent, why does he do such foolish things? What is that man thinking?"

The man he was referring to, Karl Kraft, was a transcendent magician, a fraudster, and an arrogant man he had met a month earlier.

The faces of Carl and Gray appeared in his mind. Carl often had a smile on his face, while Gray had no expression except when he was with his friends, or rather, he had a bored face just like Carl.

The two seemed to know everything, and their unmoved attitude, no matter what was said, was very unpleasant.

Whenever he interacts with Carl and Gray, he feels an anxiety that is unlike his usual self.

Although it may sound like fear, it is definitely not.

I vaguely knew it was some other feeling, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

This is a psychological state I have never experienced in my life so far.

Is this something I've come to realize? Or am I simply trying to dismiss it as a misconception?

Frustration won't get you answers; it will only add to your worries.

Therefore, it will lead to situations like Reinhardt is now, where he sets aside his official duties and personally takes care of these trivial matters.

It's not like me at all. But what is the real me?

Are you really alive?

He could never forget the words of that man named Grey: What does it feel like to be alive? Reinhard still didn't know.

Is one "alive" in the sense that their heart is still beating, their brain can still think, their blood can still flow, and they can still breathe?

The foolish behavior and thinking of children who lack self-awareness and are unable to discern the clear forms of their connection with the world.

He might as well burst into laughter at himself, which would be even more satisfying, but his expression remained as frozen as steel.

More accurately, Reinhardt, this man, never once laughed normally.

As Reinhardt calmly pondered this, his gaze fell upon the crumpled letter in his hand, and he opened it again to read it.

From the printed words on the paper, one can almost hear the man's voice.

[Furthermore, since the beginning of the story, which began with the invasion of Poland, several ominous stars have gathered in the capital.]

[These are known in the Orient as Rahu and Ketu, calamity stars that cause erosion and devour the sun and moon... In this situation, if there is a deep connection with another powerful malefic star among them, ordinary people would not be able to withstand it.]

However, since Your Excellency's star is that of a king, it is your duty to command subordinates, but you must not misuse talented individuals.

[You will also recruit her as an opponent of the inauspicious star, since the person holding the Po Jun star is unrelated to this matter. In your opinion, should we send her on this mission?]