It all ended here, in the same room where I used to spend my free time practicing the study of writing, it was here in this synagogue that I understood the prelude to the end. A sinister evil was breeding in all of our hearts. Ignored by most of the captive population. First, the state's politics engulfed it, extending its influence with each step, sowing seeds of hatred in institutions.

Campaigns of racism were carried out against minorities, and gradually the evil that went unnoticed began to be evident in the lives of the unfortunate.

The subtlety with which they did it marked the end of an era, leading the world to the day of judgment. The second world war and everything began today, on November 9, 1938. Under the direction of the head of state. The prime minister gave an anti-Semitic speech, broadcast throughout Germany. Ears and eyes refused to believe it, not long ago he had been admitted to the SS (the racial elite), filling out various forms, one of which asked to describe in detail your religious orientation."

"The other members next to me celebrated with joy, the dining room for a moment, another entered an ecstatic state, screams and ovations filled the place. They would hunt down people different from themselves. My close friends also joined.

Being the only one sitting at the coffee table. I proposed a toast to the new future at our feet.

"I understand that we are all eager to show commitment to the party, but THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO BEHAVE!

We are the elite of Germany, behave as such. We will form the heavy weight of the mission, PREPARE NOW"

"For the future of the Third Reich."

The room went from complete disorder to deep silence, full of commitment, full of cruelty. To take the initiative, he hurt his little humanity, which died in silent solitude."

"Mixed feelings marked the next moves to come, no one should know his most intimate secret, it would be a problem if someone knew. I would kill to hide it or let it crumble.

Obviously, the only person aware of his situation is the councilor of the SS himself, accused of corruption and abuse of power. I falsified documents for my benefit for a considerable sum of money, magical secrets, and one or another favor. A beneficial relationship for both parties.

Councillor Clemens was presented to the Gestapo (the secret police), imprisoned by his bitter opponents, I wonder if he would cooperate again. It's time to move the pawn again. Initially, I planned to let him drown in his own troubles and once he was inside, premeditate suicide. Erasing complicity between us.

I have it clear, the first step will be to prove his innocence to the state, it does not pose a problem, I will make him give me his complete devotion, the councilor, an unconditional ally. This will allow me to stand out among all my classmates.

"Listen well, my esteemed colleagues, probably, not surely in a couple of hours the hunt for the enemies of the state will begin, prepare immediately, until then maintain composure." Said Room as he left the room.

Immediately, the same steps followed, the rest of the SS members, girls and boys left patiently, copying Room's style. 50 minutes after the televised speech, an encrypted message arrived at the SS academy, clarifying the concerns of the teachers, and indicating the continuation. The students were finely uniformed, the roll call was taken according to the formed brigades. Room Vorname Müller's class was assigned to the SS+ brigade, covering districts 5, 12, 4, 2, and 1. Each brigade is subdivided into legions.

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"I will proceed to explain the plan assigned to the SS+ brigade, District 1 sub-brigade, reconnaissance legion."

—Magnificent speech, Miss Room, worthy of a born orator. Tell me why you called me with so much urgency. Do you want some advice, do you need support from the Luftwaffe. By the way, your uniform does not correspond to that of the position. I understand the arguments very well, a soldier's first mission is never forgotten. Students practicing fieldwork.

"From now on expect a lively life, Colonel. It will suffice to have you quite busy from now on, in the same way as you did in China."

—All classified information of level A*** seems to underestimate me, ma'am. With you in charge, overwhelming boredom is a thing of the past. Allow me to accompany you to the end of the journey. Together we will conquer the world.

"We will do it"

—I will retire. With your permission, I will start the preparations. The conversation exceeded expectations, it flowed without major complications, nor did it resist. Maybe I contemplated the idea of joining forces much earlier. In truth, all lieutenant colonels are like this. Thinking deeply, rumors circulated about the marshal's arrest, including them in the slice of the pie. Staining the reputation of the military institution. Oh, that's why I accept it without resistance, with the resulting lightning war, I will gain reputation.

"(Drawing baseless conjectures will ruin our confidence, for the moment I will take your word), yes, you can talk. The money is in the usual place"

Timidly, someone from the staff's staff dislodged a piece of wall from the left wing, heavily removed 2 compartments. In his hands he held bars of magic type IX, of high purity. The payment was confirmed, the cleaning staff handed over a black briefcase. Arranging it next to the seat.

There are more sheets than agreed, 25 extras in total, all the remaining CVs of important people in the N4Z1 party. Information range A*****, highly valued by enemies of both the country and itself. They did a good job of spying, the reports are detailed and with photographs. Really those bars of magic are worth a paltry price. Normally, I would not trust the papers delivered; However, magic types IX and X are considered legends.

Only the Furer has information A***** and he, the class of infurción A*****, commonly known as "State secrets", secrets known by fewer than three people in the world. In short, they did it intentionally to obtain the level IX magic bars, but they would gain by exposing themselves.

Would developing advanced military technology give the nation superiority over other nations and colonies? In addition, the fact of receiving the SS admission letter directly, corruption cases and the start of the "Broken Crystals" operation.

"All military personnel from the Napola SS school, present yourself at 1600 hours in the main square, bring with you..."

Time passes quickly when there are many tasks to do, I should save the papers, damn where I keep them. Using a level 7 seal will take a long time, it's also not a good idea to hide them inside the school, carrying them with me is dangerous. A level 1 seal and a level 3 seal are quick to do. In the end, I decided to use a low-level seal on my own body, it's not desirable to use it this way. You expose yourself to many dangers. Fortunately, I finished the sealing process in less than 5 minutes, enough to sneak into the west-wing convoys. Destination district 2, is very close to district 1 and the maximum security prison. A large military complex, questioned by members of the elite Feldjägerkorps, the best of the best.

One of the hundreds of convoys will guard the prison, the question is which one will it be, which one of all of them? I need to see those papers, the director here has them, what will I do to get them from him?

Room quickly left the terrace, located on the sixth floor of the west side administrative offices of the school. The speakers resonated in the corridors, rushed people ran from one side to another. None paid attention to him, they seemed absorbed in fulfilling their duties. The tired director stumbled, visibly tired. Overwhelmed to a great extent, due to the inhuman workload, so many tasks accentuated deep holes, giving him an extravagant appearance of a living dead. Room thought about moving the chess piece. Generally, tired, overwhelmed people are prone to be manipulable, influential, to commit dishonorable actions.