Solar System, Earth.
North American Continent, United States.
New York, Chinatown.
At nine in the morning, Rorschach sat on the sofa in an old apartment, his expression grave.
His true identity was that of a transmigrator—an outsider.
If the television had not reported the explosive news that Stark Industries was shutting down its weapons division,
Rorschach would have thought he had arrived in a parallel world.
Rorschach was merely a movie enthusiast and a casual comic reader.
The characters and plots familiar to superhero movie fans
were nothing more than vague memories to him.
No matter how desperately Rorschach tried to recall them, he could only remember several key plot points.
For example, the Battle of New York, which had caused thousands of casualties.
Then there was Ultron's rise and subsequent collapse, with the number of casualties unknown...
And the Endgame Battle, where Thanos had wiped out half the universe's population with a snap of his fingers!
As his thoughts raced, Rorschach could not help but shudder!
After all, watching superhero movies was entertainment.
Experiencing them firsthand was another matter entirely.
Not to mention that after transmigrating here, Rorschach had only inherited the memories of an ordinary boy with the same name, whose parents were both dead.
He had no money, no power, and no superpowers.
Now, Rorschach could only stay with his aunt, his guardian.
In his spare time each day, he helped out at his aunt's Chinese restaurant, collecting a little in tips from customers while desperately saving for college tuition.
It was not as though Rorschach had never considered running away.
If he maxed out his aunt's credit card and added the tuition he had saved, it would be more than enough for a plane ticket to the Asian continent.
Perhaps Rorschach might even have a chance to meet The Ancient One at Kamar-Taj and become a magic apprentice.
Even if his identity as a transmigrator was accidentally exposed and the Divine Spears Bureau invited him in for tea,
that would still be far better than becoming another statistic in the Battle of New York.
However, after inheriting "Rorschach's" memories,
he simply could not sever the blood-deep emotional bond he had with the aunt who had raised him since childhood.
Besides, her abruptly changed living circumstances and the stubborn emotions unique to middle-aged people
were not things a teenager like Rorschach could handle.
So, in a moment of inspiration, Rorschach advanced part of his tuition and rented the basement of the old apartment.
He borrowed tools from his neighbors and repeatedly reinforced it with steel and wooden planks.
He also stored large quantities of food and fresh water.
At the same time, Rorschach hoped that when the Battle of New York occurred, he and his aunt would still be at home and remain safe and sound.
The clock on the apartment wall ticked on, and the time approached nine-thirty.
Rorschach stood up, intending to head out and begin his daily routine.
In the morning, he attended some of his final-year high school classes.
In the afternoon, he needed to help his aunt run the Chinese restaurant.
At night, Rorschach still had to reinforce the basement.
The borrowed tools also needed to be returned as soon as possible, so time was tight.
"Huh?"
At that moment, a string of garbled letters suddenly flashed before Rorschach's eyes, like a hallucination.
Warhammer 40K: Life Simulator initializing-- Begin the first simulation?
Warhammer 40K?
Wasn't that a futuristic sci-fi IP built around tabletop wargames,
supplemented by novels, comics, games, animation, and other cultural works?
Rorschach frowned slightly, utterly confused.
In his previous life, he had merely been a casual Warhammer fan.
His main source of knowledge about Warhammer had been
a series of high-quality Warhammer story videos made by Colonel Dachi on the video site Bilibili.
After getting into it, he had occasionally read detailed articles about famous battles and background stories for some of the characters.
Rorschach had a fairly clear grasp of the basic main storyline of the Warhammer Universe and the general makeup of its various races.
But if asked to explain in detail what battle had taken place on some planet,
or who had been the mastermind behind some event,
Rorschach could only say he was completely in the dark.
Still, why was his transmigrator's golden finger connected to the Warhammer Universe?
That was a dark, ignorant, hopeless universe where every sort of monstrosity crawled everywhere!
Chaos ran rampant, the Imperium was rotten, and Xenos Civilizations watched like tigers eyeing their prey!
Any act of hope was merely a tiny, insignificant spark delaying the universe's march toward destruction...
If every transmigrator had been given a choice,
only a mentally unstable masochist would probably choose the Warhammer Universe.
And even after a masochist descended there,
he would probably cry like a Gretchin whose toe had been stepped on, right?
At that moment, Rorschach was utterly bewildered.
But that did not stop his grave concerns for his own safety.
To live a better life, he had to gamble on this golden finger.
Simulation initializing-- You have descended into the Warhammer Universe Time: Unknown Location: Milky Way (unknown star region) The instant you stepped onto the planet's surface, an unknown disturbance occurred in the Warp, and the gaze of the Chaos Gods fell upon you. You clutched your head with both hands, fell to your knees, and wailed. xxxxxx appeared in your mind (censored) Your skull exploded. You died. This simulation has ended. Time elapsed: fifteen seconds. No options were retained from this simulation. This simulation lasted less than twenty-four hours. Simulator consumption has been waived.
This... I died?
Rorschach blinked, his face blank with confusion.
He seemed not to have recovered from that fleeting death.
Even if this was the Warhammer 40K universe, wasn't the difficulty of survival a little too high?
"The Chaos Gods!"
Rorschach stared at the words on the Simulator and suddenly understood everything.
"I know too much about the Warp..."
The Chaos Gods were also known as the evil gods of the Warp.
During the War in Heaven between the Necrons and the Old Ones, they had been born in the Warp from the negative emotions of countless intelligent lifeforms throughout the universe.
From then on, so long as Chaos endured, the four gods would not die.
The more chaotic the Warhammer Universe became, the stronger the Chaos Gods grew.
And the stronger the Chaos Gods grew, the more chaotic the Warhammer Universe became.
For forty thousand years, there had been no hope—only war.
"Can memories be blocked?"
Rorschach tentatively asked the Simulator.
Unfortunately, the Simulator was merely a tool, not an all-purpose system.
"I refuse to believe this!"
Rorschach's stubborn streak flared up.
He no longer intended to attend class and sat back down on the sofa.
Simulation initializing-- You have descended into the Warhammer Universe Time: Unknown Location: Milky Way (unknown star region) The instant you stepped onto the planet's surface, you began desperately praying to The Emperor. An unknown disturbance once again occurred in the Warp, and the gaze of the four gods fell upon you once more. Your prayers to The Emperor seemed to have no effect whatsoever. You clutched your head with both hands, fell to your knees, and wailed. As you neared death, in your daze, you seemed to see a cold sun shining upon your soul... Your skull exploded. You died.
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