Selected Cooldown Time to Consume: 42 hours Current Remaining Cooldown Time: 118 hours
Rorschach blinked several times.
He had directly consumed Resource Time to offset the Simulator's cooldown.
Then, a surprised smile spread across his face.
He had actually survived for a month and a half in this simulation!
This was the highest record Rorschach had achieved since obtaining the Simulator.
Had The Emperor's protection, combined with Commissar Cain—jokingly called Warhammer Wei Xiaobao—played an important role?
Rorschach merely smiled and let it pass.
His gaze returned to the reward options provided by the Simulator.
As for the first two options—
Rorschach barely glanced at them.
Without hesitation, he chose the third one.
Caiaphas Cain's Masterwork Chainsword!
This was one of the iconic weapons of the Warhammer Universe!
A Bolter in one hand, a Chainsword in the other.
That dashing combat image was no longer far from Rorschach.
At the very least, he had already completed half of it.
And after so many simulations—
Rorschach had also come to understand something.
No matter how many weapons and pieces of equipment he obtained in a simulation—
He could only receive one at random when choosing a reward.
And he could only choose one of them.
Unless it was a gift from The Emperor.
Such as the Plasma Pistol that never overheated.
Still, Rorschach did not want to receive blessings every day.
If The Emperor set his eyes on him again—
Then he would either face a Chaos Daemon—
Or get into another minor entanglement with the Four Gods...
Just as Rorschach's thoughts drifted away—
A Chainsword one and a half meters long and half a foot wide—
Weighing a full five kilograms, appeared out of thin air in his palm.
Rorschach sprang up from the floor.
With a slight exertion of his arm, he swung the Chainsword in his hand a few times.
The countless sharp teeth along the single-edged Chainsword had not even begun to spin—
Yet they instantly sliced through the air, producing deep hums!
For the current Rorschach, five kilograms was just right.
It had a satisfying heft when swung.
Relying on the weight of the Chainsword alone—
He could crack open a human skull with a single blow!
Grinning, Rorschach quickly found the motor switch on the hilt.
He pressed it down.
The built-in motor inside the Chainsword started in an instant.
A deafening roar filled the entire room!
VROOOOM—
Countless sharp teeth spun at high speed, dragging out terrifying afterimages!
Feeling the intense vibration transmitted through his palms—
And hearing the thunderous roar beside his ears, the excited Rorschach could not help but break into a brilliant smile.
Bang!
However, Rorschach did not get to revel in his excitement for long.
The bedroom door was suddenly flung open.
His aunt stared in shock at Rorschach, who was holding the Chainsword with a foolish grin on his face.
"Rorschach, you..."
Before his wide-eyed aunt could say anything—
Rorschach hurriedly flipped the switch and shut off the Chainsword's motor.
With an embarrassed chuckle, he said:
"Haha, it's all standard-issue equipment. I just took it out to play with it a little..."
"Honestly, why do all boys love waving knives and guns around..."
The shock on his aunt's face quickly faded, as though she had already calmed down.
She could not help rolling her eyes as she complained:
"Be careful, all right? Don't hurt yourself... If you want to play with it, find somewhere without people around. The neighbors next door still have to work night shifts."
Before her words had even faded—
The bedroom door shut once more.
Leaving Rorschach standing alone in the room.
For a moment, Rorschach's expression turned uncertain.
Had his aunt taken the wrong medicine?
Or had the groundwork he laid with her worked?
Rorschach blinked several times, completely at a loss.
Still, he did not waste any more brainpower on it.
After all, his aunt's support was a good thing, wasn't it?
Reluctantly, Rorschach placed the Chainsword on the bed.
He pulled out the laptop he had not touched in a long time from his desk.
Then he opened Google Chrome and began searching.
Rorschach vaguely remembered that Chainswords in the Warhammer Universe—
Needed something called Promethium as fuel.
Unlike Laser weapons, where even if the battery ran low, all one had to do was roast them over a fire for a while.
Frowning, Rorschach searched again and again for quite some time.
Before finally finding the rare element "promethium" on a professional forum.
It cost about sixty thousand dollars per ton.
Rorschach could not help laughing.
Even if he chopped with the Chainsword until it was scrapped, he probably would not use up a ton of fuel, would he?
As for whether this "promethium" was the same Promethium fuel required by the Chainsword—
Rorschach had no idea. If it did not work—
Then he could only hope to encounter it in the Simulator.
Rorschach's brow relaxed.
Then, he seemed to remember something else.
He opened Google Chrome once again.
He went directly to Amazon's shopping site and ordered a cheap, sturdy instrument case.
After all, a one-and-a-half-meter Chainsword was far too conspicuous.
If he carried it outside, it needed some basic camouflage.
After finishing everything—
Rorschach lay on the bed, holding the Chainsword up in one hand as he admired it again and again.
Then, he instinctively opened the Simulator.
And checked the cooldown time displayed on it.
118 hours remaining.
At first glance, that seemed fairly ample.
But as his simulation times grew longer in the future—
It would probably not be enough.
Rorschach needed to replenish his firearm resources as soon as possible.
And find a stable supply channel.
The path of a gangster kingpin would not work, so Rorschach intended to obey the law.
Squinting, Rorschach picked up his phone.
And looked up gun prices and the requirements for buying them in bulk.
However, as he browsed the information online, his brows gradually furrowed again.
New York City was legally a gun-free city.
It had extremely strict gun control laws.
Even adults with legal gun permits—
Could only own a low-powered handgun.
Moreover, even if Rorschach obtained a gun permit and was willing to travel to an out-of-state area that supported gun ownership—
He could only buy one gun through legal channels every fifteen days.
For Rorschach, who used up guns as easily as eating and drinking—
That was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.
Rorschach smacked his lips and jumped off the bed.
He casually set down the Chainsword he had been fiddling with.
Then he took several stacks of cash from beneath the bed and left the bedroom.
The information online might not be accurate.
He needed to find some gun stores in New York and ask around.
Rorschach said something to his aunt, then left the apartment.
It had to be said that even though guns were prohibited by law—
Gun stores were practically everywhere in New York.
Some general stores even had licenses to sell guns.
Rorschach briefly questioned several gun store owners.
Only to discover that the information online had not been wrong after all.
During that time, only one small shop owner told Rorschach—
That if he was willing to pay extra, he could sell him ten handguns.
Rorschach tentatively asked about the price.
And immediately realized that the gun store owner in front of him—
Had mistaken him for a clueless young sucker.
Rorschach declined with a smile.
Then returned to the streets.
And disappeared into the crowd.
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