I Became A Hidden Powerhouse Of The British Empire [EN]: Chapter 514

As time passed, Engels’ dictatorship became increasingly terrifying.

Whether or not communism in Europe withered, the South American continent was like a puppet he controlled at will.

Engels planned to abandon Europe and communize South America.

Even if Europe reacted negatively, completing the communization of South American countries would fulfill his communist worldview.

Fortunately, many of the countries that had gained independence in South America harbored negative feelings towards Europe.

Having been exploited like colonies and barely achieving independence, it would have been odd if they *had* liked Europe.

And they deeply believed that Canada and the United States were no different from Europe.

The answer was clear just by looking at what France and Prussia had done in Panama [referring to historical instances of exploitation and intervention].

Engels had a significant advantage here.

He was a revolutionary who denied the ideology of the arrogant European world and a bulwark preventing the tyranny of the United States from reaching South America.

The fact that he was a dictator who controlled the country as he pleased was not that important to them.

Rather, the leaders who held power in South America at the time were those who liked dictatorship, not disliked it.

Engels subtly approached them and spread communist ideology.

-If you change your system like us, you can have a legitimate dictatorship. Why don’t you join us?

-How to strengthen power? Just adopt communism and label the opposition as puppets of capitalists. It’s so easy to purge [remove political opponents], right?

In fact, some countries were tempted by Engels’ arguments and seriously tried to cooperate with him.

Even if they spoke nobly about independence, once they seized power, they all fell deeply into the taste of power.

Engels couldn’t hide his scorn as he watched the leaders of South America corrupting in real time.

“Look at those guys. Isn’t it ridiculous? The people who were going to liberate the people from European tyranny are more greedy for power than anyone else.”

“They don’t even dream that they are puppets in the hands of the General Secretary. It might be happier for them not to know.”

It was a funny thing.

Engels promised the countries of South America that he would be a barrier to prevent interference from Europe or the United States.

Once they were assured of the safety of their system, they invariably asked how to further strengthen their power.

What kind of person was Engels?

He was a notorious power figure who had turned half of the vast United States into his own land.

It is no exaggeration to say that he was a role model and object of admiration for South American dictators.

To counter the UN, centered on the British Empire, it was necessary to build a communist dictatorship alliance in the South.

Engels tried to highlight this process greatly.

He intended to degrade the UN into an international organization only for capitalists and to foster a new alliance centered on the South as its counterpart.

However, the British Empire was not such an easy opponent.

“General Secretary, four South American countries have expressed their intention to join the UN.”

“What?”

“Since it has become known that the UN mainly deals with international issues and does not interfere in domestic affairs, everyone seems to think it would be good to join.”

“…Well, that could be.”

“Shall we put pressure on them?”

“No. In this case, we should rather show that we respect their wishes as much as possible.”

If we show a bossy attitude here, how would the South be any different from the European powers?

The right way is to gain trust, make their economy dependent on us, and then gradually apply pressure.

“After all, people who have tasted power have no choice but to go with us. No matter how much they struggle, it’s only a matter of time.”

Rushing things would only spoil the work.

Of course, Engels didn’t have unlimited time either.

His once vibrant body was now tired even after sleeping all day, and his hair was white and dry.

He was always in this state after losing the debate with Marx and completely privatizing the country.

He even imagined ending everything and returning to Europe, but that was just an imagination.

Once he was on the endlessly rolling cartwheel, he couldn’t stop running.

He knew very well that the moment he stopped, he would fall straight down, and the blades of purges he had carried out would return to him.

He had no choice but to keep going until his heart stopped and his eyes closed.

For Engels, politics was about removing political enemies, and the operation of the state was about concentrating power in one person.

Suppress all who oppose.

Sometimes confronting the North and sometimes negotiating with them behind the scenes.

“…Yes, it’s time to gradually expand our influence to South America.”

He had been patiently sowing seeds, so wasn’t it time to harvest?

The area he was currently targeting was Brazil.

If he could support the military in this region, where rebellions were already taking place all over the provinces, and establish a communist regime, he could make them loyal pawns.

“I need to think alone today, so don’t disturb me.”

He went into the bedroom, sat down, and unfolded today’s newspaper.

[Emperor of the British Empire visits the Bahamas, the Crown Prince’s excellent abilities as acting ruler are praised throughout the country…]

“Is this guy trying to step down? He’s so lucky.”

Leaving the position to his son and enjoying a vacation in the warm Bahamas makes me envious.

“…Certainly, if it’s a son, there might not be any resistance to handing it over. Is that why he can leave it so easily?”

Engels shook his head, poured a glass of wine, and brought it to his mouth.

Even though he hadn’t completely stepped down from his position, it was still an incomprehensible act to him.

Why would he show such weakness by giving power away for a short time? What if they have other ideas in the meantime?

When you think about it, Killian had been like that since the old days.

He had more power than anyone else, but he didn’t wield it openly, and he didn’t fall into the path of dictatorship.

Should it be said that he was the only exception to the theory that no one can escape the taste of power?

“…No. That man was just afraid of having such thoughts.”

Sitting here and looking at the articles, I am reminded of my old self, who believed that Killian was a superhuman riding a white horse who would build a communist paradise.

Perhaps Killian, unlike himself, actually had the ability to do so.

“Was he afraid of taking on such a heavy responsibility, or did he see something more that I couldn’t see?”

Marx…Killian.

As I kept drinking, using the past ties that had now become objects of hatred as snacks, I strangely felt that the taste of the alcohol was sticking to my tongue today.

After emptying almost a whole bottle of strong whiskey, he fell asleep on his desk.

“…Marx…I wasn’t wro…”

With a barely audible murmur, he closed his eyes.

His last letter, scribbled in a drunken state, was left unfinished on his desk.

From the great revolutionary who started the world’s first communist revolution to the greedy power figure who betrayed his ideals.

The giant who gave the world an unprecedented shock fell into his final sleep so quietly and pathetically.

* * *

[To you, who was once the object of my admiration.

A long time ago that I don’t remember.

I was convinced that if this dirty world was not burned with the fire of revolution, it would eventually head towards self-destruction.

My one and only friend, Marx, also thought the same way, and we constantly exchanged stories and developed each other’s ideals to a higher level, and you also know this fact.

And the day I first received your call in London.

I was convinced that you were the hope that could end the contradictions of the old system and open a new era of paradise.

An ideal monarch different from greedy capitalists or power-hungry pigs.

In addition, he had a cool-headed understanding of reality and theory, and even had the generosity to listen to our stories, which could be dismissed as the delusions of immature young people.

However, you betrayed your ideals by being intoxicated with the position of ruler of the world’s strongest power.

It may be different in reality, but I believed so, and that’s why I started this revolution to do it alone.

The revolution succeeded as if to show off, and the world’s first communist state was finally established.

I soon believed that this communist paradise could spread throughout the world, but the reality was not so easy.

Now I feel like I can understand why you and Marx said those things, but I don’t think your way is right.

Does a communist society come at the end of capitalism?

As the economy develops, the gap between capitalists and workers only widens, and there is no sign of inequality being resolved?

I don’t see the world so optimistically.

To purify this wrong world, an absolute being with all power must reset everything to zero from the beginning and redistribute the world’s wealth once again.

I will do that.

From the South to Mexico, down to Brazil and all the countries of South America.

If the country is under an absolute being and everyone is equal, and if I eventually disappear without handing over power to anyone, wouldn’t that be the completion of an ideal world?

You may think you have won against me, but I have not been defeated by you or Marx.

Of course, the debate…that’s your victory.

My preparation was a little less than yours, and I humbly acknowledge that you won in that place.

However, I rather used your attack in reverse to make this country even stronger, so I believe you did not expect this.

Of course, you are a much more capable person than me or Marx.

When I first saw you, Marx and I were shocked to see a new world.

If it weren’t for you, how could I have completed communism?

If it weren’t for your existence, how could Marx be in his current position?

When you think about it, aren’t you the father of communism?

If you are a father, you must take responsibility for bringing your children into the world.

So, if you have even a little bit of the flame of ideals that burned in your youth in your heart.

Seriously consider what can truly develop the world instead of the great capitalist scam…

It was just a letter scribbled carelessly in a drunken state.

Originally, it was just a very personal delusion note that Engels, who woke up from his sleep the next day, would kick the blanket and tear it up and burn it, and no one would ever know about it.

In fact, Engels had previously written to his friend Marx several times, saying, “What did I do so wrong? Come back and get along as we used to.”

Of course, Engels, who woke up from his drunken state before it reached Marx, turned them all into powder.

However, because Engels, who should have cleared away his dark history, had left forever to a place from which he could never return, this last letter was revealed to the world as his will.

“No, what the hell is this crazy bastard doing, spreading shit at the end!”

It was only natural that Killian, who was trying to express his condolences for the past relationship in his own way, burst out with sincere curses.