I Became Stalin chapter 298

I became Stalin chapter 298

Epilogue 3: Back to the Future

Maybe 53 or 54 or 55?

“Billion… !”

I lost my mind at the sudden, thundering headache. I could hear the faint sounds of people looking for a doctor around me, but my consciousness faded to the point where I couldn’t move or speak.

“Ugh! Ugh… Ugh… .”

The place I woke up with gasping for breath was an unfamiliar yet familiar place.

It was a small gosiwon dormitory where I lived until I entered Stalin’s body. I woke up sweating profusely in the hot and humid bedroom.

“this… what is this… Is it a dream?”

Is this a dream? Or is it real?

Can you dream so vividly of a dream that lasted almost 10 years, from the 41st to the 50s? Or am I just thinking I had a dream like that?

If it was a dream, it was a really interesting dream. What could be fun if it wasn’t fun to have been the world’s most powerful person for more than 10 years and to fix the world on my own terms? It’s just a little vain to think that it’s a nightmare.

But soon that thought had to change.

“… Was that in my room… ?”

The piles of clothes piled up in the corner of the room looked somehow different.

“What is this… ?”

After digging around, I found clothes that I would never have worn. Why on earth would you wear designs similar to the national clothes?

There were also subtle changes in the room. My computer, which I paid 1.5 million won for, had a very poor design somewhere. The monitor also looked smaller than it was originally, and decidedly…

“What the fuck… .”

The cell phone was different. No, what is this brick? To be honest, it wasn’t to the point of being called a brick, and it looked like a smartphone, but it was definitely different from the ‘slim cellphone’ I knew in the 21st century.

When I looked at my phone, I felt like I knew. that the real world has changed.

It was my computer keyboard, and the logo that should be on the phone was in Cyrillic letters, so I immediately felt that there was something wrong with this.

“Fuck… What the hell happened… ?”

woo woo. I didn’t want to go out wearing that kind of national uniform, so I turned on the computer.

“Oh my gosh… .”

The words   that appeared on the boot screen were shocking.

I had no problems reading Cyrillic because both my original memory and Stalin’s memories remained, but it was so shocking that something had changed in this world.

A world without Google, Chrome, or Windows? It’s a world where people wear clothes that look like fashion terrorists.

Fortunately, whether SSD or optical LAN was developed, the internet speed was as fast as the original. Except for the one that froze because I was trying to search to find out what the hell happened and I didn’t know where to start.

“Ha… .”

Do you think there is such a thing as Wikipedia? England has a partner, but the Encyclopædia Britannica is still in print?

The culture shock made me dizzy even sitting down. To get out of this muggy space, I searched through my clothes.

“This is one suit… .”

uhm. Somehow, when I saw the jeans, my memories of living in this world seemed to come back little by little.

How hard did you save a penny or two for a living scholarship to buy that one?

‘… Living Scholarship?’

Memories that came to mind with their tails on their tails filled my head. University tuition is, in principle, free, so to encourage study, students with excellent academic records are provided with a living scholarship…

uhm. It seems like a positive change to say that the fucking college tuition is gone.

In principle, I had to use it in a way that was helpful for my living expenses and my studies, but the French jeans I bought with just a penny or two from there are the fashion items I have loved the most… I remembered being

Let’s go to the school library first. If you go through the history section in the library, you might find something.

As if he had entered Stalin’s body for the first time, he was dizzy and staggered as all sorts of memories were pouring into him, but he wore loose clothes.

The scenery outside was unfamiliar even though it looked like it had been seen somewhere.

‘There is no convenience store… .’

There was no convenience store on the first floor of the gosiwon, and instead, there was a general store that looked like a young man. The buildings on both sides of the road were also out of position or had different signs on them.

let’s go to school to school… .

Even in this changed world, it seemed that the school would be in its place as there were things similar to the original.

If not, you can ask the passers-by. I felt like my stomach was burning, so I wanted to drink something first.

“Where do I see… .”

When you enter the general store that used to be a convenience store, this is also an unfamiliar scene.

There were drinks here and there in the refrigerator, but none of the familiar ones I knew. Has Coca-Cola gone bankrupt?

I bought something that looked like a cola with the money I had in my pocket, and when I opened one, I felt the cool taste.

“Wow… .”

Oh, maybe the Soviet Union bought Coca-Cola. It felt a bit more herbal, but it was the taste of cola I knew.

Anyway, I really wanted to know how the world has changed.

* * *

“… ? what is all this… ?”

At first, the road to the school seemed similar to the original, but majestic red brick buildings blocked me. Originally this place was a park… .

As we walked a little further, we could see a rippling stream and even a stone bridge. I can’t even remember where the library building is because the memories of the present world and those of the other world are mixed in my head, but seeing this made me even more confused.

Originally, it was a small theater that performed plays, and it was a large commercial district with various franchises. This neighborhood has been transformed into a quiet, old-fashioned, old-style university district.

As I looked across the creek where our campus was located, I had no choice but to open my mouth.

“Wow… .”

I could feel the students passing by glancing at me wondering what they were doing, but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

‘Ah, did you say that it is the largest university building in the East?’

The main building, said to have been built in the 1960s by the Soviet Union, cast a shadow on all sides due to its magnificent size. The so-called “Stalinian” skyscraper was not a university building, but rather an imperial museum.

I was just starting to remember. The library is in one corner of the main building.

I thought that I should go quickly and find out, so I ran back and forth, but I heard a familiar voice next to me.

“Hey! Are you going to the library?”

“… Eh?”

A friend of mine, who had been with me in college as a classmate both in the original world and in this world, seemed surprised to see me going to the library.

Going to the library might seem shocking, since my conduct was not going to change much here.

“Wait a minute… I have some business to see… .”

“Yeah, that’s right. But Mr., do you have to pay the congratulations? Giggles.”

“???”

congratulations? what else is that

Anyway, the library was pretty cool. Watching the librarian, I drank every cola in my mouth, went to the bookshelf with the large ‘history’ label on it, and took out a pile of books.

“Ah… I’ll take a look and plug it back in… .”

Hmmm. Once I pulled out   and looked at the table of contents, I could feel the difference.

“… ?”

The table of contents was simply divided into the Lenin era, the Stalin era, and the Khrushchev era. The only problem was that Khrushchev was a name I knew, but the name that came after it was unfamiliar.

“Petrov? Who is Petrov?”

The general secretary after Gorbachev did not know, but… The name Petrov was so common that it was difficult to tell who was who.

“Nikolai Fyodorovich Petrov… Starting as a Private Rifleman in the Red Army and rising to Chief of Staff.”

When I went back to the history bookshelf, there was a ‘Petrov’s biography’ next to ‘Lenin’s biography’ and ‘Stalin’s biography’. There was an innocent looking old man’s face engraved on the outside, but it was strangely familiar, but unrecognizable, as if he had seen it.

Is it because of the memory of this world? Even if you open the biography, it was not something you were familiar with. He certainly wasn’t like Brezhnev.

“Eh?”

And when I read a familiar name, my eyes were drawn to it.

“Stanislav Petrov? Three Mile Power Plant Accident?”

Stanislav Petrov. Since the date of birth is different from the one we know, Stanislav Petrov, who stopped nuclear war, it seemed that he was not the same person.

Despite his father being the general secretary, he gives up on his planned career path and goes to the rescue of the Three Mile explosion in the United States.

The reason that the eastern United States almost became a radioactive hell due to the meltdown of the nuclear reactor was thanks to the fact that a commando dispatched from the Soviet Union dug out the ground that had turned into hell because of the radiation and heat and prevented a steam explosion… .

An entire chapter dealt with how much effort the Soviets had to support their old blood alliance during the Battle for Three Mile. Without them, the eastern part of the United States connected by rivers and the North Atlantic would have been contaminated with radiation.

“This was one of the major blunders of the MacArthur regime, after an unreasonable attempt to imitate the scientific and technological achievements of the Soviet Union during his tenure… .”

And here MacArthur appeared. If you think about it, there was an unreasonable launch of the Vanguard rocket, and there was McCarthy who wanted to build a nuclear power plant on his own.

The result is a Three Mile that exploded to the level of Chernobyl in reality… . Thanks to my mastery, nuclear power was paranoidally safe, so Chernobyl in the Soviet Union was neither installed nor detonated in the first place, but it exploded much louder in the United States.

‘After that, the United States gradually collapsed as it intervened in the Three Mile explosion, the San Francisco earthquake, and the 6th Civil War… .’

??? Even if the Three Mile explosion happened, the 6th Civil War? How the hell did these kids fight and fight?

Even if the world changed, it seemed to have changed firmly. This was in the 1980s, but how much was the 6th Civil War?

Seeing the names of wars unknown everywhere, such as the ‘6th Civil War’, ‘3rd Japanese Civil War’, ‘Bolivar War of Independence’, and ‘War of Retake of Panama’, world peace has not come until decades after my death. it seemed

Even if you are born in a changed world, there are idiot tyrant leaders in the world and they are still fighting.

As I was thinking about the bitterness like that, the cell phone that I had roughly shoved into the waist of my pants vibrated.

What? When I took it out, there was a strange text message.

“Announcement of winners of Stalingrad Travel Ticket?”

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