Kid, Daddy Emperor Is Watching Over You: A Plasma Pistol That Never Overheats!

Your ruined eyelids trembled incessantly, and tiny sparks gradually appeared in the depths of those black, hollow voids.

Then they blazed fiercely, like an exploding star.

At the same time, a skeletal hand burning with Warpflame gripped a Catachan Combat Knife, cleaving apart the Pink Horrors around you before gently supporting your collapsing body.

Behind you, Cadian soldiers in military greatcoats and Catachan veterans wearing Red Bandanas appeared out of thin air.

Their flesh seemed to have completely transformed into burning Warpflame, and the Emperor's endless fury scorched the surrounding Chaos Demons.

One of Carlos's bird heads twisted frantically. Amid its terror, its long beak slowly opened as horrifying psychic energy from the Warp was about to erupt.

However, bolt rounds heavily wrapped in Warpflame suddenly flew over your head and exploded against Carlos's other bird head.

The enormous body of Carlos, the 'Weaver of Fates,' trembled without end. Even the slightest burns forced it to halt its spellcasting.

A suit of Terminator Power Armour burning with Warpflame took Heavy Steps toward your back.

Without orders or slogans, countless Imperial Guardsmen reduced to nothing but skeletons began a silent charge, resisting the surging Chaos Demons in the distance.

Your muddled thoughts gradually cleared, and the murmuring whispers by your ears seemed to vanish completely.

Even though you had lost your eyes, you could still clearly sense everything happening around you within the darkness.

Your entire body trembled, your blood boiled, and your loyalty to the Emperor grew even firmer.

A Catachan Combat Knife burning with Warpflame was shoved into your hand.

You gripped it tightly, and a smile belonging to all the dead appeared on your miserable face.

You quickly prepared for battle, struggling forward... and charged.

All the Cadian soldiers followed your steps, raising the bayonets mounted on their Lasguns.

The Catachan veterans in Red Bandanas swung their combat knives and pulled their triggers, relentlessly sweeping away the Chaos Demons surging in from all around.

You desperately let out an enraged roar.

You raised the Catachan Combat Knife at Carlos, the uncertain 'Weaver of Fates.'

A vast amount of starlike radiance spilled from your eye sockets, drifting continuously behind you as though it had draped a pair of enormous invisible wings over you.

You stepped on the corpses of several dead demons before you and leapt into the air.

Hack, hack, hack—

In your daze, a vague whisper seemed to echo by your ear once more, then vanished in an instant.

With all your strength, you swung the Catachan Combat Knife burning with Warpflame.

Perhaps it was the Emperor's protection, but you thrust it with incredible precision into Carlos's constantly swaying bird head, blinding one of its eyes.

Carlos, the 'Weaver of Fates,' let out a pained shriek as the flames of the Warp viciously scorched that insolent bird head.

Terrifying Chaos Psychic Energy erupted from Carlos in an instant, shattering your arm, shoulder, and the rest of your body.

You had no time to evade. Psychic energy tore your body apart.

You died.

This simulation has ended. Duration: nine hours.

This simulation has obtained retainable options.

1. Tzeentch's Blessing and Curse (Please choose carefully)

Note: Tzeentch was displeased by your tenacious resistance.

But He still generously granted you the Blessing of Ascension to become a 'Daemon Prince.'

However, you might be unable to withstand the excessively surging Chaos power within...

2. Khorne's Gaze and Blessing (Please choose carefully)

Note: Khorne has developed some goodwill toward your refusal of Tzeentch's temptation.

If you accept His blessing and are willing to become Khorne's chosen, He will occasionally watch your movements and grant you greater power...

All He asks for is slaughter, not loyalty.

3. A Plasma Pistol That Never Overheats (Masterwork Relic)

Note: The Emperor's gaze upon you... has never left.

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

Current available Cooldown: five days and twenty-one hours (one hundred and forty-one hours)

Simulation ended.

However, Rorschach, still inside the factory, could not help widening his eyes.

He had actually descended directly onto a Chaos Planet occupied by a Dark God...

If not for the Emperor's protection, he likely would have found it difficult to escape, especially when he could not even kill himself.

Wasting one simulation opportunity didn't matter.

But what if Tzeentch made Rorschach live on, neither fully alive nor dead, for the rest of his life...

Rorschach couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

He couldn't imagine how much Cooldown time it would take to make up for the Simulator's loss.

And he wouldn't be able to obtain enhancements or equipment, either.

Even though Rorschach was no longer considered weak.

He still found himself powerless when facing the many monstrous villains of the Local Universe.

Rorschach made an important decision in an instant.

Before every simulation from now on, he would pray to the Emperor.

May The Emperor Protect him and prevent a similar accident from happening again.

Having put his mind at ease, Rorschach checked the Simulator's rewards.

He couldn't help but grumble inwardly about Tzeentch's pettiness.

At the same time, Khorne's favor gave him quite a headache.

Sure enough, the Warhammer Universe was not a world that a mere mortal like him could traverse.

Fortunately, Rorschach's Simulator only simulated things.

It didn't send a real person inside.

Otherwise, a despairing Rorschach could only pledge loyalty on the spot and let his soul return to the Golden Throne.

Without Hesitation, Rorschach chose the third reward.

A plainly designed Plasma Pistol appeared in his hand.

Excited, Rorschach carefully examined the Relic in his hand.

It seemed to be a Mark III 'Fury' Plasma Pistol.

The iron-gray body gave off a cold metallic sheen that drew the eye.

The exposed heat vents glowed faintly, as though they contained boundless energy.

"Never overheats?"

Rorschach did not hesitate. He turned and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the corpses lying in the factory!

Bzzzt—

Dazzling spheres of electricity the size of human heads shot from the muzzle in the blink of an eye.

Before Rorschach could react.

The corpses before him had completely turned into small piles of ash!

Even parts of the concrete floor had melted from the heat, giving off an orange-red glow.

The power of the Relic pistol far exceeded Rorschach's imagination.

More importantly.

It didn't have the Cooldown time ordinary Plasma Pistols needed after firing continuously!

As long as he had enough hydrogen fuel.

The never-overheating Plasma Pistol was a mobile artillery platform in Rorschach's hands!

Holding the Plasma Pistol, Rorschach threw back his head and laughed.

It seemed that, in quite some time.

This was the first time he had laughed so happily.

Like a child who had just gotten his favorite toy.

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