Published at 7th of March 2026 9:09 am

Chapter 893: Birth of an Industry

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The development of rockets for other than military purposes was now fully underway. And without a war to fight, Bruno found himself capable of diverting more funds to other projects. Energy, for the time being had largely been secured.

Whether it was Nikola Tesla’s wireless grids supplied by resonance harmonic towers. Micro nuclear power grids using thorium molten salt reactors, geothermal, and hydrothermal energy. Or solar panel roofing as a norm.

Germany had established a grid independent of fossil fuels or coal. One that as multi-layered, redundant, and robust.

And while nuclear fusion was already under research, it was still many decades away from producing any actual tangible results.

But at least in this life it would receive the funding and research priority that it rightfully deserved.

With energy supply far outpacing its demands, another technology that Bruno began investing funds into, and gently guiding direction towards completion was integrated circuits, microtransistors, and computer technology.

Germany was currently the only nation in the world with such technology. And at the moment typewriters were being widely replaced across the country with personal computers.

Bruno sat in his office, gently clacking the keyboard with his fingers. His gaze was fiercely focused on the display in front of him. The black background and the green lettering were reminiscent of the technology he was using.

He would be lying if he said he hadn’t missed computers. And though this was an extremely primitive device compared to those that had existed shortly before he passed away during his previous life. They were a giant leap over anything else that existed in the world.

But Bruno was not typing anything of importance. Nor was he using his computer for mathematical equations. Currently, he was playing a falling-block game that had been created at his behest by the software engineers at one of the many companies his family owned.

He controlled where the blocks fell and rotated them into their proper positions. In his past life, he had played an extremely similar game while growing up in East Germany.

It was almost as if he had been transported across time and space back to his initial childhood, desperately trying to prevent the blocks from reaching the top.

In the end, his time was cut short when a knock resounded on his door.

"Grandfather, are you in there?"

Bruno recognized the voice immediately and shut off his game. After opening the door, he found the two twins waiting for him in the doorway. Maria and Theresa were dressed identically, and Bruno just knew they wanted to try to confuse him again.

But this time he didn’t play their little game.

"Mitzi, Resi, get in here! I want to show you something!"

Bruno didn’t wait for the response; he just left the door open, perhaps for the first time in his life, and allowed the girls to stare in shock at the invitation.

But they didn’t wait for long; they quickly followed their grandfather into the room, staring around the office and its ancient trappings in awe.

They had never known that their grandfather hid all of his old memories within his personal study. Medals, uniforms, photos, swords, rifles, pistols. It was practically a museum dedicated to the first four decades of the 20th century and the wars fought within them.

This was the first time they had ever been permitted to enter their grandfather’s study. And they were far more interested in the dusty old relics he left lying about.

"Grandfather, this is amazing!"

Bruno was not paying attention to the girls who were observing old photos of him at war. Was quick to nod his head with an eager smile, misunderstanding entirely.

"It is, isn’t it? It is almost like a dream manifested in reality...."

It was only then they saw that their grandfather was on a computer with Maria dropping the sword she held in her hand in excitement at the computer. Theresa caught the sheathed blade mid-air and glared over at her twin-sister as if she were an idiot.

She couldn’t imagine the level of trouble they’d be in if the girls stupidly damaged one of their grandfather’s treasured memories. She sighed in relief, placing the sword neatly back on its display stand before rushing over to the computer. Her gaze was immediately as captivated as her sister’s, while Maria’s tried to wrest control of the keyboard and mouse from her grandfather.

"Grandfather, let me play! Let me play!"

Theresa, knowing that her twin was about to get a head start because of her carelessness was quick to weaponise that fact against her.

"No, grandfather! Let me play, Mitzi almost ruined your sword! If it hadn’t been for me it would have fallen to the floor! She just dropped it when she ran over to you; are you really going to reward such recklessness?"

Maria shot her sister the nastiest glare she could muster, one filled with absolute betrayal. But it was enough to shift Bruno’s opinion directly in Theresa’s favor.

"Is that true, Maria? If so, I should reward your sister for preventing your carelessness from causing damage to my property...."

Maria couldn’t lie, not now that Theresa had told the truth, and sighed heavily before composing herself like a proper noble lady.

"It is true... and I suppose under the circumstances Theresa should play first.... But I’m next!"

Bruno couldn’t help but chuckle at how quickly the girl when from a dignified princess to an impatient child in the span of a few breaths.

Nevertheless, he spent the next hour teaching the girls how to play the old falling-block game. He knew that soon enough the game would become a national hit, and unlike the mistakes of the Soviet Union during his past life. He was going to monetize it for all it was worth.

After all, the video game market would one day become a billion-dollar industry, and why should that excess revenue not be used to fund more important developments for the German Reich?

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