June 10th, 1945. Beneath a dilapidated bridge in El Molar, Madrid, a body is dowsted in gasoline and incinerated in the dead of night. The 50-year-old victim, his skull fractured and body saturated with sedatives, is dumped like industrial waste by a group of secret agents. That man was Michelle Skolnikov. This is the most bitter paradox of World War II.

 An anonymous individual burning to ashes in the darkness had once been the richest man in France during the Nazi occupation. Imagine this. In 1942, while millions of Jews were being herded into gas chambers, Skolnikov, also a Jew, was casually raising a glass of champagne at his lavish mansion right next to the Arcta Triumph, surrounded by prominent SS officers.

how he sold his soul to the devil. Setting up a network of shell companies, he intercepted the massive daily indemnity of 400 million Franks that defeated France was forced to seed to Germany. He held a monopoly on manufacturing uniforms for the Nazis, smuggled priceless paintings for the Gestapo, and was a welcome guest of Heinrich Himmler’s personal assistance.

From a stateless man on the brink of deportation, he seized control of Paris and Monaco, accumulating a fortune equivalent to $600 million today. But blood money always demands a payment in blood. Was his death in the trunk of a car a rightful verdict of history or a flawless heist by corrupt agents? Where did the entire billion dollar empire of this man vanish to after the war ended? Welcome to Secrets of World History.

Please like, subscribe, and hit the notification bell right now because coming up next, we will strip away every horrifying corner and unseal the top secret files of the largest asset seizure in French history, the underground empire of Mandel Skolnikov. The origin of the Predator. On January 28th, 1895, Mandel Skolnikov was born in Shakowskina, Bellarus, a land then under the rule of the Russian Empire.

 Descending from a wealthy fabric merchant family, Mandel possessed the mindset of a businessman from his earliest childhood. Historical research records suspicions that he belonged to the Karite lineage, a distinct Jewish sect that was traditionally exempt from the harsh anti-semitic policies of the Zar.

 This very religious invulnerability likely cultivated a warped perspective on power within Mandel, a confidence that he could always stand beyond the reach of the law. In 1916, Mandel began his career by supplying fabric to the Imperial Russian army. When the Bolevik Revolution erupted in November 1917, Mandel proved his ability to ride the waves of chaos, simultaneously supplying fabric to the newly formed Red Army while quietly plotting an escape route.

 As the communist regime solidified its grip on power, he managed to flee Russia with his family just in time. Throughout the 1920s, Mandel resurfaced in Poland as a banker and real estate investor. However, his recklessness plunged him into a canyon of bankruptcy and prolonged lawsuits in Warsaw and Danzig.

 Driven into a corner, he escaped to Belgium where his career concluded with a notorious fraud conviction. In the early 1930s, now a hunted criminal, Mandel Skolnikov fled to France. Here he executed his most critical turning point, shedding the name Mandel to become Msieur Michelle. In September 1934, alongside his brother Gessel, he founded Texe, a company that ostensibly traded in secondhand fabrics, but in reality served as a flawless cover for dirty money flows.

 By 1936, despite his efforts to appear modest in Paris, his ultra luxury American cord automobile, a vehicle reserved exclusively for the topmost elite of the era, exposed his extraordinary wealth. Rumors of smuggling priceless paintings and jewels from Russia began to circulate within the underworld. Skolnikov’s audacity reached its peak in 1937.

A French court issued a deportation order against him following a barrage of accusations, including fraud, operating an illegal banking business, and practicing medicine without a license. Yet, history created a paradox. Because he was a stateless Jew whom no other nation would accept, the deportation sentence became a worthless piece of paper.

He remained in France as a legal phantom. Between 1937 and 1939, despite being placed under tight police surveillance, Mandel still slipped through every single crack in the system. He bought out competitors on the verge of bankruptcy and supplied merchandise to the grandest department stores in Paris.

 By doing so, Scholikov established a robust economic network, waiting for the exact moment the world would collapse to launch the greatest profitering game of his life. The pinnacle of crimes and the bloodstained hands. In November 1940, while France was still bleeding under the occupation, Mandel Skolnikov chose his largest lifelong client, the marine, the German Navy.

 It did not take him long to orchestrate a perfect profitering scenario through Ellen Elfreda Sansson, also known as Eln. This German woman was not merely his mistress, but a critical link within the procurement apparatus of the German Navy in Paris. Through Helen, Scholikov effortlessly infiltrated and manipulated vital textile factories stretching across France and Belgium.

 His money-making machine operated directly on the agony of an entire nation. Under the harsh armistice terms, France was forced to pay 400 million francs every day for the cost of occupation, a figure equivalent to nearly half of the national budget at the time. The German authorities utilized this blood money to drain France of its resources through purchasing offices that operated with inflated values.

 Skolnikov turned himself into the middleman, standing right in the center, swallowing the immense price differences from fabrics, leather goods, perfumes, and even everyday necessities like cheese. He grew rich precisely from the depletion of the French people. The turning point of power occurred in 1942 when the SS seized absolute control in Paris.

 Helen escorted Scholikov through the gates of death by introducing him to Hedonfura Fritz Engelka the head of the SS economic and administrative office in Paris who had previously served as a close secretary to the SS chief Hinrich Himmler. This connection transformed Skolnikov into an extended arm of the genocidal apparatus.

He executed the most extreme acts of profitering, utilizing classified intelligence to know in advance which families were about to be raided by the Nazis or which businesses were on the verge of confiscation. He forced owners to sell their properties to him at dirt cheap prices before the German troops arrived and then immediately resold those items to the SS at exorbitant rates.

 He rad in 1 to2 million francs per month driving his total personal net worth up to2 billion francs a figure equivalent to nearly 600 million US in today’s value. In August 1943 a fracture appeared when Angelka temporarily returned to Germany. The Gestapo’s anti-black market unit arrested Skolnikov and Helen after discovering irregularities in their business records.

 This was the moment the truth was laid bare. Without his umbrella of protection, his empire was merely a mediocre criminal entity. However, the moment Enelki returned, all legal proceedings were extinguished in the blink of an eye. Skolnikov was released, not because he was innocent, but because he had become an indispensable component in the operational machinery of the SS.

 From that point forward, he was no longer an ordinary businessman. He worked exclusively and absolutely under the protection of the SS, officially becoming the most powerful vulture in Paris. The real estate empire on ashes. By 1942, Mandel Skolnikov understood that paper bank notes were losing their value in an economy crushed by war.

 He shifted his focus to real estate, viewing it as the most effective money laundering channel to legitimize the wealth accumulated from blood and the shadows of war. He established a network of shell companies headquartered in Monaco while using every possible method to attain official residency in the principality to create a secure legal fortress.

Skolnikov’s strategy was to target properties that were driven to a dead end. He seized at least seven ultra luxury hotels, establishments that were already depleted following the 1929 financial crash and pushed to the brink of death by the war. The list of assets he appropriated included the Louv and Windsor hotels in Monaco, the Plaza in Nice, the Gro Hotel in Alibaba, and the Gro Hotel de Perry right in the heart of the French capital.

 In Paris, his thirst for power reached its peak when he spent 139 million Franks to acquire Societ General Ali Mobilier. This transaction handed him control of approximately 50 prestigious buildings surrounding the Sha Eliz with 16 buildings on Ru Marb alone falling under Scholikoff’s ownership. In Monaco, he gathered an additional six buildings and seven luxury villas, officially entering his name into the list of the largest real estate owners in the principality.

The madness of his buying frenzy completely disrupted the market. Property prices were driven sky-high, causing a localized real estate crisis. The government of Monaco was forced to enact an emergency law requiring all future real estate transactions to be approved by the authorities, aiming to prevent the hands of this propheteer from fully controlling the housing system there.

While the majority of Parisian residents had to live in starvation and fear, Skolnikov built a life of extreme luxury at 19 Ruda Presborg right near the arc de Triumph. He maintained a staff of 10 domestic servants to cater to him everyday. His mistress, Halen, frequently appeared wearing legendary jewelry collections, becoming the center of attention among the wartime elite.

The parties at Scholonikov’s private residence became a gathering place for high-ranking German officers. Rumors circulated that Hinrich Himmler himself, the notorious SS leader, once personally visited his dinner table to discuss the financial plots behind the extermination campaigns. This stands as the clearest testament to the corruption of a man who transformed the pain of millions into personal extravagance on the very lands he seized from the victims of the Nazi regime.

The fall of the propheteer. In early 1944, as the wheels of history began to crush the Nazi Empire on the Eastern Front, Mandel Scholikov caught the scent of defeat. He did not sit around waiting for the collapse of his German masters. Instead, a massive asset liquidation campaign was launched. Gold and jewelry were continuously smuggled into Spain, a nation which at that time still operated under the protection of Franco’s fascist regime.

 However, his insatiable greed surpassed his ability to cover his tracks. In May 1944, Spanish intelligence arrested Skolnikov along with a horde of jewelry valued at 800 million francs. Although Fritz Engelki intervened once again to secure his freedom on June 26th, 1944, the local authorities still placed him under strict house arrest and barred him from leaving the territory.

 On May 8th, 1945, Nazi Germany officially surrendered, plunging Scholikov into a dead end. He became the most wanted fugitive of the French provisional government. Unwilling to let a traitor escape justice with a colossal fortune, the French secret service established a specialized kidnapping squad with a single mission. Bring Scholnikov back to the country at all costs.

On June 10th, 1945, the final trap was sprung. French agents lured Skolnikov to Madrid under the pretext of executing a secret diamond transaction. At the rendevous point, instead of money, what he faced was the barrel of blacked out guns. Skolnikov resisted fiercely, but was quickly rendered unconscious by sedatives and stuffed into the trunk of a car, beginning a journey across the border.

 At the age of 50, the black market kingpin drew his last breath inside that cramped space before he could even lay eyes on the French border. His death left behind two fiercely debated hypotheses within investigative circles. The first theory asserts that Skolnikov died from a drug overdose. This panicked the kidnapping group, forcing them to dump the body under a bridge near the village of El Molar, 30 km north of Madrid, and douse it in gasoline to burn the evidence.

 The second theory is more brutal. During the struggle, his skull was fractured and he died from a sudden heart attack. Behind that death, the true objective of the French intelligence squad remained a grim hidden reality. Declassified files later exposed a naked truth. This mission in the name of justice was actually intertwined with personal greed.

 The agents knew Skolnikov was carrying a massive amount of gold and silver that he had not yet managed to liquidate. Instead of bringing him back to the country to face a proper trial before a court of law, they tortured him right inside the trunk to force the surrender of bank account passwords and the locations of hidden gold in Spain.

Skolnikov did not die from an official death sentence. He perished in a dark purge among postwar asset hunters. The man who profited off the blood of his compatriots ultimately met a tragic end at the hands of those who claimed to represent justice but thirsted for wealth. Every core secret burned to ashes along with the corpse of the man who was once the richest person in France.

Immediately after he paid the ultimate price, the French government froze the entire asset portfolio of Skolnikov and his associates. The legal battle to seize this fortune dragged on for decades. All 50 buildings surrounding the Shaniliz, the properties on Rumarb and the ultra luxury hotel chains in Monaco and Nice were confiscated and liquidated by the authorities to replenish a national treasury that had been heavily devastated.

The rightful heirs of the Jewish victims whose properties had been looted prior to this also filed lawsuits to reclaim ownership, creating the most complex and prolonged property dispute of the 20th century. The colossal empire built on the ashes of war was ultimately dismantled, vanishing into thin air and returning to the very nation he had betrayed.

 The confiscation known to this day as the Scholikov seizure remains the largest asset forfeite in French history. It marked the definitive end of an empire built on blood, forever engraving the name of Mandel Skolnikov onto the roster of the most notorious economic war criminals of World War II. The legacy of ashes and the lesson of greed.

The downfall of Mandel Scholikoff is not merely the end of a criminal, but an ironclad testament to the law of cause and effect in the flow of history. He spent his entire life building a financial fortress out of the fragments of human souls and the ruin of nations, only for that very fortress to ultimately become the cage that imprisoned his fate.

 History has proven that power built on betrayal and the agony of one’s fellow man is a borrowed power and the price to be paid is always the destruction of the possessor. Looking at the grand canvas of events, I evaluate this not simply as a case of individual profiteering, but as a massive scar on the collective conscience of the World War II era.

Skolnikov is the embodiment of absolute moral degradation where greed completely blinded any boundary between life and death. The greatest lesson that future generations must absorb does not lie in the numbers of confiscated assets, but in the vigilance against the benality of evil.

 In the face of adversity, people often easily justify predatory actions by citing survival. But it is those very choices that define character and the price to be paid thereafter. History is a reflecting mirror reminding us that the true worth of a human being is never measured by luxury real estate or the figures in a bank account, but by the kindness and compassion we manage to preserve when the world around us is engulfed in a storm.

Let the story of Skolnikov serve as a reminder that although darkness may mask the world for a moment, the light of truth and justice will ultimately find a way to expose the deepest shadow. Please subscribe to the channel to join me as we continue to unseal other secret files of world history. November 11th, 1918.

The roar of cannons faded across the European sky, closing four years of carnage in the First World War. Amidst the ruins and mountains of corpses, the German Empire officially met its end. Millions of defeated soldiers with broken bodies and exhausted spirits limped away from the trenches to return home, only to be horrified to realize they had just stepped into another trap.

A nation rotting from within. The Vhimar Republic era began with consecutive shocks. The Treaty of Versailles shackled Germany with humiliation and massive war reparations. The mark plummeted, turning paper money into trash, while unemployment swept through, creating a wave of extreme poverty. On the streets, disoriented veterans, extremist organizations driven by revenge, and criminal gangs plunged into nightly mutual purges.

 The helplessness of the police paved a fertile ground for the most monstrous seeds of crime to rise into the light. That panic pushed the industrial city of Dusseldorf into a true nightmare. Starting in 1929, victims had their skulls crushed with hammers, their bodies mutilated with scissors, or were strangled to death right in the dark, foggy alleys.

 By day, the perpetrator wore the elegant suit of a gentleman interacting politely like a model citizen. VHimar society was completely blind to a gruesome truth. Behind the respectable facade of that union official was a devilish mind, a perverse personality silently manipulating an entire major city. That man was named Peter Curtain, whom the history of 20th century criminology has etched into people’s minds with a haunting title, the vampire of Dusseldorf.

 Possessing a completely sane brain, clearly aware of the boundaries between good and evil, he found ultimate satisfaction by drinking the warm blood from the bodies of his victims. So, how could a child born into a violent family mold himself into a bloodthirsty demon that the police could not touch? What cruel ending awaits him at the end of the tunnel? And is his final deathbed statement as terrifying as what people rumored? Let us travel back in time.

 Return to the postwar darkness of the Vhimar era to dissect the tragic journey of a monster born from the ashes of history. Childhood scars and a twisted ego. To decode the journey of Peter Curtain’s degradation, we must strip away the post-war gentleman facade and look straight into the dark mud of a degenerate family.

 On May 26th, 1883, he was born in Mullheim Amrin in the German Empire. As the eldest of 13 children in a destitute family, Curtain had to grow up under the relentless reign of abuse from an alcoholic father. More disgustingly, this father was later sentenced to prison for the abuse of his own daughter. Living in constant humiliation and fear, the brain of young Peter Cirten had every normal defense mechanism broken, paving the way for distorted instincts to form very early on.

 That distortion quickly pushed him onto the path of degradation. Cirten soon dropped out of school, engaged in petty theft, and joined street gangs. At 14, he ran away to Cooblance, beginning his first relationship with a prostitute 2 years his senior. His rebellious nature continued to hinder him when he was conscripted into the German Imperial Army in 1904.

Unable to endure iron discipline, Curtain quickly deserted, faced a military court, and served continuous prison time from 1905 to 1913 for three crimes: desertion, arson, and robbery. 8 years of solitary confinement did not reform Curtain. On the contrary, it served as a training ground, turning a petty thief into a cold, calculating criminal.

In May 1913, immediately after his release, Curtain’s violence officially escalated into bloodshed. His first victim was Christine Klene, 9 years old, in Cologne. He broke in with the intention of theft, but when he saw the child sleeping, the brutal urges that had accumulated for years erupted. Curtain rushed in and strangled the girl to death to satisfy his murderous pleasure before silently withdrawing.

Later that year, he moved to Dusseldorf and continued to strangle Gertrude Franken, a 17-year-old girl, right in a dark alley. Thanks to her frantic resistance, the victim fortunately survived. Justice at that time was completely helpless because it could not identify the culprit, inadvertently letting a monster continue to hide in the shadows as the first world war approached.

Postwar mask of respectability. On July 28th, 1914, the first world war broke out, throwing all of Europe into a fierce crisis. For four long years, millions of young German men lost their lives on brutal fronts like Verdun or Som. However, Peter Cirten completely avoided military service thanks to serving a long prison sentence for arson and robbery committed previously.

 The harsh solitary environment behind bars did not rehabilitate him. On the contrary, it hardened his personality, making him colder and more ruthless than ever. prison inadvertently turned into a psychological laboratory where he nurtured distorted fantasies, waiting for the day to return to society to realize them through action.

 Released in 1921, Curtain stepped out into a completely strange country. The monarchy had collapsed, replaced by the desolate, exhausted VHimar Republic. Poverty swept everywhere. Hyperinflation turned paper money into trash while the police force was completely helpless against the wave of street crime. Seeing the fatal loophole in this systemic chaos, Curtain immediately planned to create a perfect camouflage shield.

 In 1923, he married August Sha, a woman with a criminal record for using a firearm to take the life of her former fiance. This strange union inadvertently created a respectable family facade before contemporary society. To strengthen this disguise, Curtain sought stable employment and rose to become an active, well- reggarded union member.

 Praised by colleagues for his calmness and politeness. He established an extremely reclusive lifestyle, absolutely not making friends in order to eliminate the risk of leaking personal information. In 1925, he and his wife moved to the industrial city of Dusseldorf. There, he secretly established illicit relationships with two maids named Teda and Mech to release his distorted physiological impulses, while his wife, living with him daily, remained completely blind to the true nature hidden behind the appearance of a model

citizen. The Dusseldorf killing spree. In 1929, the pressure valve holding back the distorted desires in Peter Curtain’s mind finally burst, unleashing a wave of violence that terrorized the entire city of Dusseldorf. The mask of the model citizen was discarded each night as he entered his peak period, repeatedly taking the lives of his victims using the most varied and cold-blooded methods.

The nightmare began on February 8th, 1929, targeting 9-year-old Rosa Oliger. Curtain lured the child into a dark corner, strangled the victim until she was unconscious, used a sharp object to cause her death, and then set the body on fire to destroy forensic evidence. 5 days later on February 13th, he continued to ambush Rudolph Shear, a 45-year-old mechanic with a cold weapon on the street at night, repeating the exact level of cruelty as the previous case, which made investigators begin to suspect the appearance of a serial

killer. The frenzy reached its peak in August 1929. Curtain again approached. 21-year-old Maria Han strangled the victim, performed sexual acts on the corpse, and buried the body in a vacant lot. Directly challenging law enforcement, he sent an anonymous letter with a detailed self-drawn map to the police station to point out the location of the hidden body.

 Also, in those final days of August, his violent impulses erupted when he used a knife to attack three random passers by in a single night. Immediately afterward at a local fair, he lured foster sisters Gertrude Hammacker and Louise into a deserted alleyway, extinguished the lives of the two children, and quickly left the scene. Cirten’s crimes shifted continuously, following no rules regarding targets or weapons.

 He approached 27-year-old maid Gertrude Schultter, and when rejected, he attacked her with a knife. The victim luckily survived, but her severe psychological trauma prevented her from identifying the culprit. In October 1929, he used a hammer to attack 22-year-old Elizabeth Dura in the head, assaulted her while she was in a deep coma, and caused her death the following morning.

 In November, he ended the life of 5-year-old Gertrude Alberman in a vacant lot by strangulation. Faced with this wave of terror, the Vhimar Republic revealed the extreme incompetence of its judicial and executive systems. Newspapers continuously ran sensational headlines, etching a horrifying title into the public consciousness, the vampire of Dusseldorf.

However, the chaos in his methods, ranging from hammers and scissors to knives and strangulation, combined with the fact that his victims were of different ages and genders, led the police into a fatal error. They blindly concluded that this spree was the work of a gang of multiple perpetrators. That rigid flaw in thinking inadvertently created a solid firewall, helping Peter Cirten continue to walk freely and unscathed under the Dusseldorf sun.

A misdirected letter and final capture. Every sophisticated disguise collapses when arrogance blinds the perpetrators reason. The turning point that ended Peter Curtain’s days of spreading terror appeared in May 1930 with the attack on Marie Budlikova, a Czech woman who had just arrived in Dusseldorf to find work.

Noticing Budlikova was lost at the train station. Cirten immediately approached her under the guise of an elegant gentleman to lure his prey to his apartment on Met Manast. here. When his demands for sexual relations were rejected, he did not use force immediately, but calmly redirected her, deceiving the victim into a suburban forest under the pretense of moving to a hotel.

Deep in the darkness of the trees, Curtain suddenly lunged forward, using both hands to tighten his grip around Budlova’s neck to extinguish her life like his previous victims. Between the lines of life and death, Budlich Chova struggled frantically, escaped the killer’s hands, and ran for her life into the night.

 After escaping death, she wrote a letter to a friend recounting the whole terrifying event, clearly noting the location of the handsome man’s apartment. Fate took an ironic turn when the letter was addressed incorrectly. a diligent postal worker while opening the mail to check sender information read the content of the horrific attack and transferred it directly to the investigative agency.

Based on these detailed instructions, detective forces quickly cordoned off the killer’s den. Sensing danger as the police surrounded the house, Curtain slipped out the back door and fled, returning to confess to his wife at a secret hiding place. His wife was completely stunned because for all those years she had no idea that her calm, respectable husband was a serial killer.

In this desperate situation, Curtain immediately turned his surrender into a classic prophetering exchange. Knowing the government was offering a huge reward for anyone providing information leading to the capture of the vampire of Dusseldorf, he incited his wife to denounce him to the police to collect the money, ensuring a comfortable life after he paid for his crimes.

 As planned, on May 24th, 1930, following his wife’s testimony, secret agents immediately deployed and captured Peter Curtain near Street Rous Church, ending the bloodstained hunting journey of a VHimar era monster, iron cage, and the executioner’s blade. Immediately after being taken into custody, Peter Curtain showed no fear before the authorities.

 He calmly carried out a shocking confession, admitting to 68 crimes, including nine murders and 31 attempted murders. Before the investigators, Curtain described in detail the perverted pleasure he felt every time he attacked a victim, even admitting to the act of direct contact with the warm blood from their wounds.

This heretical testimony officially decoded the origin of the title The Vampire of Dusseldorf. To dissect the psychology of the murderer, the German government immediately established a distinguished medical board. The final conclusion left the public horrified. Curtain was completely sane, clearly aware of the boundaries between good and evil and in absolute control of his actions.

 He committed the crimes solely out of calculated cruelty and the need to satisfy his ego. The historic trial opened on April 13th, 1931 under suffocating public pressure. Faced with the peak of public outrage, a special iron cage was built right in the middle of the courtroom to protect him from retaliation. Sitting behind the thick iron bars with a cold expression, Curtain unexpectedly changed his plea to guilty and showed not a shred of remorse.

He declared that the only thing he cared about was the progress of the reward payment for his capture to his wife. All defense efforts were shattered by expert witnesses. After two short hours of deliberation on April 22nd, 1931, the jury sentenced him to death. The murderer calmly accepted the verdict and waved his right to appeal.

 Late in the afternoon on July 1st, 1931, his last night before facing the executioner, Curtain requested a luxurious meal consisting of venitle, French fries, and white wine. He ate it cleanly without leaving a scrap, and then calmly demanded a second serving, a heretical coldness that made even the most veteran prison guards shudder.

At dawn on July 2nd, 1931, at the Clingalput’s prison in Cologne, the 48-year-old perpetrator stepped onto the scaffold. Just seconds before the axe blade fell, he left behind the most haunting final words in the history of criminology. Tell me, after my head is chopped off, will I be able to hear? Even for a fleeting moment, the sound of my blood gushing from my neck.

 That would be the ultimate pleasure to end all pleasures. The executioner dropped the blade, ending the life of a monster. Immediately afterward, German scientists bisected Curtain’s head to dissect his brain in search of a physical scar or biological anomaly that could explain his cruelty.

 But the examination results were completely empty. Except for a slightly enlarged thymus gland, his biological structure was completely normal like any other human being. From a historical perspective, the Peter Curtain case is not merely an isolated criminal file, but a dissection of the decadence of an entire era. The 1931 verdict restored temporary peace to the misty dark alleys.

 But the medical examination forced humanity to face a cruel truth. Evil does not need a deformed body to operate. It is nurtured by the helplessness of the law and the fracture of a defeated society. The most valuable lesson for future generations is to clearly recognize this. The firmst fortress to prevent future monsters is not the high walls of a prison, but a loving family foundation and an education system that honors moral values.

 When the social structure collapses and hatred replaces humanistic values, that is when darkness will find a gap to rise into the light. The Vhimar Republic beheaded a lone monster in a dark alley, only for a much more organized and a million times more brutal monster force to officially step onto the political stage and drown all of humanity in a sea of blood just 2 years later. in 1933.

If Peter Curtain possessed a completely sane and normal brain like all of us, then in the chaotic flow out there, how many more demons are still nonchalantly walking among the crowd, patiently waiting for the night to fall? To not miss the upcoming in-depth episodes about the shocking hidden corners and the bloody rise of the Third Reich, please click like, subscribe to the channel, and turn on notifications right now.