Rorschach's Warhammer Simulator

Solar System, Earth.

North American Continent, United States.

New York, Chinatown.

At nine in the morning, on the sofa of an old apartment, Rorschach wore a grave expression.

His true identity was that of a transmigrator, an outsider.

If not for the explosive news broadcast on television about Stark Industries 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 reader of comics.

The characters and plots familiar to fans of Superhero movies.

Were nothing more than vague, blurry memories to him.

Rorschach racked his brain, but could only recall a few key plot points.

For instance, the Battle of New York, which claimed thousands of lives.

And the rise and subsequent collapse of Ultron, with its unknown casualty count...

Not to mention the Endgame Battle, where Thanos wiped out half the universe's population with a single snap!

As these Thoughts swirled, Rorschach couldn't help but shiver!

After all, watching Superhero movies was a form of entertainment and enjoyment.

Experiencing it firsthand was an entirely different matter.

Not to mention, the Rorschach who had transmigrated had only merged with the memories of an ordinary teenager of the same name whose parents were both deceased.

He had no money, no influence, and no superpowers.

For now, Rorschach had no choice but to live with his guardian, his Aunt.

He spent his free time helping out at his Aunt's Chinese restaurant, collecting small tips from customers while striving to save up for college tuition.

It wasn't that Rorschach hadn't considered running away.

If he maxed out his Aunt's credit card and added his saved tuition, a plane ticket to the Asian continent would be more than enough.

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 were accidentally discovered and he was invited for tea by the Divine Spears Bureau.

That would still be far better than becoming a statistic in the Battle of New York.

However, for the Rorschach who had merged with the memories of the original 'Rorschach'.

The bond of blood with the Aunt who had raised him since childhood was simply impossible to sever.

Moreover, the sudden change in living environment and the stubbornness characteristic of middle-aged people.

Were simply not things that a teenager like Rorschach could handle.

Thus, in a moment of inspiration, Rorschach could only advance a portion of his tuition to rent the basement of the old apartment.

He borrowed tools from his neighbors and repeatedly reinforced it with steel and wooden planks.

He also stored a large amount 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, safe and sound.

The wall clock in the apartment ticked, moving toward nine-thirty.

Rorschach stood up, intending to head out and begin his daily routine.

In the morning, he had some classes for his final year of high school.

In the afternoon, he needed to help his Aunt manage the business at the Chinese restaurant.

At night, Rorschach still had to continue reinforcing the basement.

The borrowed tools also needed to be returned as soon as possible; time was quite tight.

"Huh?"

Just then, a string of garbled letters flashed before Rorschach's eyes, like a hallucination.

Warhammer 40K: Life Simulator initializing--

Do you wish to start the first simulation?

Warhammer 40K?

Wasn't this a futuristic sci-fi IP constructed from a tabletop wargame, supplemented by novels, comics, games, animations, and other creative works?

Rorschach frowned, feeling deeply puzzled.

In his previous life, he was just a casual fan of Warhammer.

His main channel for understanding Warhammer was through the video website Bilibili.

The high-quality Warhammer 40K story video series produced by the content creator Colonel Dachi.

After falling down the rabbit hole, he would occasionally read detailed articles on famous battles and the backstories of certain characters.

Rorschach had a decent grasp of the basic narrative threads and the general composition of the various races within the Warhammer Universe.

However, if asked to recount in detail what battle took place on a certain planet.

Or who exactly was the mastermind behind a specific event, and so on.

Rorschach could only throw his hands up in the dark, completely clueless.

But for Rorschach, why would a transmigrator's golden finger have anything to do with the Warhammer Universe?

That was a dark, ignorant, and desperate universe where monsters and demons crawled everywhere!

The Warp ran rampant, the Empire was rotting, and the Xenos Civilization was eyeing it like a tiger!

Any act of hope was merely a tiny, insignificant spark on the road to the total destruction of the entire universe...

If all transmigrators were given a choice.

I fear only a mentally deranged masochist would choose the Warhammer Universe.

Moreover, even if a masochist were to descend there.

They would probably cry like a Gretchin that just had its toe stepped on, right?

At this moment, Rorschach was completely bewildered.

But this did not hinder his deep concerns regarding his Life Safety.

In order to survive better, he had to gamble with his golden finger.

Simulator starting--

You have descended into the Warhammer Universe.

Time: Unknown.

Location: Milky Way (Sector Unknown).

The moment you stepped onto the surface of the planet, the Warp suffered an unknown tremor, and the gazes of the Chaos Gods descended upon you.

You clutched your head in your hands, kneeling on the ground and wailing.

Your mind was flooded with xxxxxx (censored).

Your skull exploded.

You died.

This simulation has ended, duration fifteen seconds.

No options were retained from this simulation.

This simulation lasted less than twenty-four hours; Simulator wear has been waived.

This... I died?

Rorschach blinked, his face blank.

He seemed unable to recover from the fleeting experience of death.

Even if this is the Warhammer 40K universe, isn't the survival difficulty a bit too high?

"The Chaos Gods!"

Rorschach stared at the text on the Simulator, suddenly understanding everything.

"I know too much information about the Warp..."

The Chaos Gods, also known as the Dark Gods of the Warp.

During the War in Heaven between the Necron and the Old Ones, they were born into the Warp due to the negative emotions of countless sentient beings in the universe.

From then on, as long as chaos exists, the four gods will never die.

The more chaotic the Warhammer Universe becomes, the more powerful the Chaos Gods grow.

And the more powerful the Chaos Gods grow, the more chaotic the Warhammer Universe becomes.

In the forty-first millennium, there is no hope, only war.

"Can you block my memories?"

Rorschach tentatively asked the Simulator.

Unfortunately, the Simulator was just a tool, not an omnipotent system.

"I refuse to believe this!"

Rorschach's stubborn temper flared up.

He didn't plan on going to class anymore, sitting back down on the sofa.

Simulator starting--

You have descended into the Warhammer Universe.

Time: Unknown

Location: Milky Way (Sector Unknown)

The moment your feet touched the planet's surface, you began to pray desperately to The Emperor. The Warp suffered another unknown tremor, and the gazes of the Four Gods descended upon you once more.

Your prayers to The Emperor seemed to have no effect whatsoever.

You clutched your head in both hands, kneeling on the ground and wailing.

You were on the verge of death; in your delirium, you seemed to see a cold sun shining upon your soul...

Your skull shattered.

You have died.