The battle on the ground was even more brutal. Your time was running out.
You crawled into the narrow, dim maintenance passage of the Emperor-class Titan and entered the engine section.
Before the heretics could breach the Titan, you had to detonate the crucial core: the Plasma Reactor.
You brushed past one Wetware Servitor after another.
The silent figures had already entered the embrace of the Machine God, the Omnissiah.
You vaguely sensed danger and swiftly turned around, trying to pull the trigger.
Sharp crystals from a Star-dart Thrower shot out from the shadows around the Wetware Servitors and embedded themselves deeply into the left side of your body.
Forcing yourself to endure the extreme agony tearing through your flesh, you pulled the Hellgun's trigger.
Scorching laser fire tore apart countless Servitors, exposing a slender figure in white armor lurking in the shadows.
The Pointy-Eared Heretic from the Aeldari had somehow infiltrated the vital core of the Emperor-class Titan Dominatus.
You dragged your grievously wounded body backward with difficulty as blood poured from your wounds.
You were still ten meters from the Plasma Reactor chamber.
The Hellgun's roar kept the enemy at bay, while sharp crystals occasionally grazed your scalp.
You felt no fear. Your mind held only the mission objective.
Five meters from the Plasma Reactor, the roaring Hellgun was about to overload.
With a blood-soaked hand, you tore off a Frag Grenade, pulled the pin, and hurled it at the enemy.
Using the fire and shockwave of the explosion as cover, you barely dragged your wounded body into the Plasma Reactor chamber.
Your head swam, and breathing became difficult.
You had lost too much blood.
You slumped weakly against the Plasma Reactor and sat on the floor.
You pulled the pins from every grenade on your body and aimed the Hellgun at the entrance ahead.
You silently apologized to the Sergeant Major and the rest of the squad.
You had lost too much blood. You were already on the verge of death.
You let go of the grenades. The Hellgun roared once more, on the verge of overloading.
Through your blurred vision, you saw the nimble Pointy-Eared Heretic dancing about, a trace of mockery on its lips.
"BOOM." That was the last sound you made.
You were swallowed by the searing explosion, as shockwaves and flames played an even grander, glorious symphony.
You were completely vaporized.
You died.
This simulation has ended. Time elapsed: forty-nine days. This simulation has the following retainable options. 1. Emperor-class Titan Dominatus Operation Manual (Complete Edition) 2. Imperial Standard Infantry Ration Pack (one week) 3. Kasrkin Sergeant Major Combat Experience (one month) This simulation lasted more than twenty-four hours. Simulator consumption was not waived. Cooldown: forty-nine hours. Currently available cooldown time: one hundred and eighteen hours. Consume cooldown time? Cooldown time not consumed. The Simulator has entered natural cooldown. (Cooldown may be waived at any time.)
Rorschach ended the simulation while lying in bed.
When his gaze swept over the first reward—
his heart nearly skipped several beats.
Only after Rorschach realized it was merely the operation manual for the Emperor-class Titan Dominatus
did he let out a long breath.
The back of his raised head sank into the soft pillow once again.
Rorschach knew the Simulator would not be so generous.
His gaze fell upon the third reward.
A faint joy appeared in his eyes.
Rorschach no longer hesitated and immediately chose one month of Kasrkin Sergeant Major Combat Experience.
In an instant, Rorschach, lying in bed, seemed to enter an unfamiliar god's-eye view.
It was the precious life of training and battle experienced by the Bearded Sergeant Major.
It was also the Kasrkin training and combat that Rorschach experienced anew.
In an instant.
Rorschach, his eyes tightly shut, underwent another intense transformation in every bone and muscle of his body!
His skeletal tissue grew at an accelerated rate, like steel forged in fire.
His muscle tissue broke down and reshaped itself, like taut, bulging rock.
Even the surface of his skin became denser and tougher.
It seemed ordinary Melee Weapons had lost their ability to threaten him.
Once every change was complete,
Rorschach had reached a height of 1.85 meters!
His weight exceeded one hundred kilograms!
With endless strength surging through his body, Rorschach no longer felt the slightest bit sleepy.
He tensed his waist and abdomen slightly.
Then his entire body sprang up from the bed.
He landed lightly and nimbly on the floor.
At that moment, Rorschach believed with absolute certainty
that his strength and physical fitness had completely surpassed Captain America's.
He had exceeded the human limits of this world!
Excitement on his face, Rorschach gripped the edge of the bed with both hands.
He barely exerted any force with his arms.
Yet he easily lifted the entire wooden bed!
Thud!
As the heavy wooden bed slowly came down and struck the floor,
Rorschach's excitement gradually faded.
He narrowed his eyes and scanned the bedroom, shaking his head slightly.
He was afraid he needed to find a real Secret Base.
Continuing to live at home was not very convenient.
The basement was also far too small.
It could only serve as a temporary stopgap.
But every inch of Manhattan Island was worth a fortune.
Other places were cheaper, but they were too far away.
Besides, the remaining two million dollars or so had to be reserved for Simulator resources and daily expenses.
There was not much room left to spare...
Rorschach frowned slightly, then remembered something.
He sat back down on the bed and picked up his phone to search.
Soon afterward, a faint smile appeared on Rorschach's face.
New York was a century-old city with Underground Passages running in every direction.
As long as he picked the right location,
Rorschach would not only avoid spending money,
but could also make use of the subway tunnels and even the Sewers built by the municipal authorities to move around freely!
After making up his mind,
Rorschach planned to use the spare time before acquiring firearms and other resources
to carefully examine New York's various maps and building blueprints.
He would find an underground Secret Base that suited his needs...
After closing Google Chrome,
Rorschach, still wide awake, lay back down on the bed.
He passed the time scrolling through his phone.
Several news items he came across by chance caught his attention.
The top trending topic on Twitter was Iron Man Tony Stark heading to the Middle East once again.
It told of his heroic deeds in killing terrorists and saving civilians.
Rorschach kept scrolling.
Another report about unusually frequent thunderstorms in New Mexico also caught his attention.
"Thor is here?"
Rorschach narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly.
A glimmer flickered deep within them.
"If I went to take Mjolnir, I wonder whether I could lift it?"
"Ha, Odin would probably slap me to death through the Bifrost, wouldn't he?"
Dr. Head-Chopper, Master Saw-Man, and Murderous Maniac Mr. Rorschach could not help sinking into wild speculation.
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