With This Chainsword, Chaos Is But Shit!

[Cooldown selected: 42 hours]

[Remaining cooldown: 118 hours]

Rorschach blinked a few times.

He had directly consumed Resource Time to offset the simulator's cooldown.

Then, a surprised smile spread across his face.

In this simulation, he had actually survived for a month and a half!

This was the highest record Rorschach had achieved since obtaining the simulator, across all his previous simulations.

Could it be that the Emperor's blessing, combined with Commissar Cain—mockingly called the "Warhammer Wei Xiaobao"—had both played a crucial role?

Rorschach let out a light laugh and moved on.

His gaze fell back onto the reward options provided by the simulator.

As for the first two options, Rorschach barely glanced at them, not even giving them a second look.

Without hesitation, he chose the third option.

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.

Such a dashing combat image was no longer far from Rorschach's reach.

He had already completed at least half of it.

Moreover, after so many simulations, Rorschach had come to understand.

No matter how many Weapons and Equipment he acquired during the simulations, when choosing rewards, he could only obtain them at random.

And he could only select one item.

Unless it came as a gift from the Emperor, like the Plasma Pistol that never overheated.

However, Rorschach didn't want to receive blessings every day either.

Once the Emperor set His gaze on him again, he would either be facing a Chaos Daemon, or getting tangled up in another minor scuffle with the Four Gods...

Just as Rorschach's thoughts began to drift, a Chainsword, one and a half meters long, half a foot wide, and weighing five kilograms, materialized out of thin air in his palm.

Rorschach leaped up from the ground.

With a slight flex of his arm, he swung the Chainsword a few times.

On the single-edged blade, countless razor-sharp teeth, even before they started spinning, instantly sliced through the air, emitting a series of low, humming roars!

For Rorschach as he was now, five kilograms was just the right weight.

When swung, it carried a satisfying heft.

With the Chainsword's own weight alone, it could easily crack open a human skull with a single blow!

Grinning, Rorschach easily found the motor switch on the hilt.

He pressed the switch without delay.

The internal motor inside the Chainsword roared to life in an instant.

A deafening thunderclap of noise filled the entire room!

Vroom vroom vroom—

Countless sharp teeth spun rapidly, pulling out a terrifying, heart-stopping blur of motion!

Exhilarated, Rorschach felt the intense vibration transmitted through his palm, and the massive roar ringing in his ears. An irrepressible, brilliant smile spread across his face.

Bang!

But Rorschach, caught up in his excitement, didn't stay triumphant for long.

Suddenly, the bedroom door was flung open.

Aunt stood there, her face full of shock as she stared at Rorschach, who was holding a Chainsword with a foolish grin.

"Rorschach, you..."

Before Aunt, wide-eyed, could speak, Rorschach hurriedly pressed the switch, shutting off the Chainsword's motor.

He gave an awkward, sheepish laugh and said:

"Haha, it's all standard-issue gear, I just took it out to fiddle with..."

"Oh, why do you boys always love playing with knives and guns..."

The shock on Aunt's face quickly faded, as if her emotions had rapidly calmed.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes and said in a reproachful tone:

"Be careful, don't hurt yourself... Find some empty place to play when you have time; the neighbor next door still has a night shift."

With that, the door closed tightly again, Leaving Rorschach alone in the bedroom, stunned.

In an instant, Rorschach's expression turned uncertain.

Aunt... had she lost her mind?

Or had the preemptive explanation he'd given her actually worked?

Rorschach couldn't help blinking a few times, utterly clueless.

Still, he didn't waste any more brain cells on it.

After all, Aunt's support was a good thing, right?

Reluctantly, Rorschach placed the Chainsword on the bed.

He pulled out a laptop from his desk that he hadn't touched in ages, Opened Google Chrome, and started searching.

Rorschach vaguely remembered that Chainswords in the Warhammer Universe

Required something called 'Promethium' as fuel.

Unlike Laser weapons, which could be recharged by heating them over a fire even if the battery was low.

Frowning, Rorschach searched for a long time

Before finding a rare element called 'Promethium' on a specialized forum.

It cost about sixty thousand per ton.

Rorschach couldn't help but laugh.

Even if he hacked the Chainsword to pieces, he probably wouldn't use up a ton of fuel, right?

As for whether this 'Promethium' was the same 'Promethium' fuel the Chainsword needed, Rorschach had no idea. If it wasn't, Then he could only hope to find it in the Simulator.

Rorschach's brow relaxed.

Then, as if remembering something else, He opened Google Chrome again, Went straight to Amazon's shopping site, and ordered a cheap, sturdy instrument case.

After all, a meter-and-a-half-long Chainsword was way too conspicuous.

He'd need some basic camouflage to carry it out.

With all that done, Rorschach lay down on the bed, raised the Chainsword with one hand, and admired it repeatedly.

Then, he instinctively opened the Simulator

And checked the Cooldown.

One hundred and eighteen hours remaining.

At first glance, it seemed ample.

But as simulation times grew longer in the future, It probably wouldn't be enough.

Rorschach needed to quickly stock up on gun resources

And secure a stable supply channel.

Since the path of the underworld enforcer was a dead end, Rorschach planned to stay on the right side of the law.

Rorschach squinted as he picked up his phone.

He searched for gun prices and the conditions for bulk purchases.

But as he scrolled through the online information, his brows furrowed again.

New York City was a legally gun-prohibited city.

It had extremely strict gun control laws.

Even adults with a legal gun permit could only purchase a weak handgun.

Moreover, even if Rorschach got a permit and was willing to go to a pro-gun state out of state, he could only buy one gun from legal channels every fifteen days.

For Rorschach, who consumed guns as easily as drinking water or eating, this was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.

Rorschach clicked his tongue and jumped up from the bed.

He casually set down the Chainsword he had been fiddling with.

Then he pulled out several stacks of cash from under the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

The information online might not be accurate.

He needed to go to a gun store in New York to ask around.

Rorschach said a word to his Aunt and then left the apartment.

Admittedly, even with legal gun prohibition, gun stores were almost everywhere in New York.

Even some convenience stores had the qualifications to sell guns.

Rorschach briefly asked a few gun store owners.

But found that the online information wasn't lying either.

During this time, only one small store owner told Rorschach

that if he was willing to pay extra, he would sell him ten handguns.

Rorschach tentatively asked about the price.

And instantly understood that this gun store owner

was treating him like a young sucker who didn't know the market.

Rorschach smiled and declined.

He stepped back onto the streets.

And melted into the crowd.

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