Beyond Human Limits and Thor's Trail

[The ground battle has grown even more brutal. Your time is running short.]

[You crawl into the narrow, dark maintenance passage of the Emperor-class Titan and enter the engine bay.]

[You must detonate the critical core—the Plasma Reactor—before the heretics breach the Titan.]

[You brush past one Wetware Servitor after another.]

[The silent ones have already been embraced by the Omnissiah, the Machine God.]

[You sense a faint trace of danger and spin around, ready to pull the trigger.]

[Sharp crystals from a Star-dart Thrower streak out from the shadows of the Wetware Servitors, burying themselves deep into the left side of your body.]

[You grit your teeth against the excruciating pain and squeeze the trigger of your Hellgun.]

[Scorching laser fire shreds countless servitor bodies, also revealing a slender figure in white armor lurking in the shadows.]

[A Pointy-Eared Heretic from the Aeldari has somehow infiltrated the critical core of the Emperor-class Titan Dominatus.]

[You drag your grievously wounded body back, blood pouring from your wounds.]

[You are ten meters from the Plasma Reactor chamber.]

[The roar of your Hellgun holds the enemy at bay, sharp crystals occasionally grazing past your scalp.]

[You feel no fear—only the mission objective in your mind.]

[Five meters from the Plasma Reactor. The roaring Hellgun is nearing overload.]

[You rip a Frag Grenade from your belt with a blood-soaked hand, pull the pin, and hurl it at the enemy.]

[Using the flash and shockwave of the explosion for cover, you barely manage to drag your broken body into the Plasma Reactor chamber.]

[Dizziness sets in. Your breathing grows labored.]

[You are losing too much blood.]

[You slump weakly against the Plasma Reactor, sitting down on the floor.]

[You pull the pins on all your remaining grenades and aim your Hellgun at the entrance.]

[You silently apologize to the Sergeant Major and your squad.]

[You are bleeding out. You are on the verge of death.]

[You release the grenades. The Hellgun roars once more, nearing overload.]

[Through your blurring vision, you catch sight of the nimble, dancing Pointy-Eared Heretic. A faint sneer curls at the corner of your lips.]

["BOOM." You mouth the final sound.]

[You are swallowed by the searing explosion. The blast and fire compose an even grander, more glorious symphony.]

[You are completely vaporized.]

[You are dead.]

[Simulation concluded. Time elapsed: forty-nine days.]

[Retainable rewards from this simulation:]

[One: Emperor-class Titan Dominatus Operation Manual (Complete Edition)]

[Two: Imperial Standard Infantry Ration Pack (One Week)]

[Three: Kasrkin Sergeant Major Combat Experience (One Month)]

[Simulation duration exceeded twenty-four hours. Simulator wear and tear not waived.]

[Cooldown: forty-nine hours.]

[Available cooldown time: one hundred eighteen hours.]

[Consume cooldown time?]

[Cooldown time not consumed. Simulator entering natural cooldown (cooldown can be waived at any time).]

Rorschach, lying in bed, ended this simulation.

When his gaze swept over the first reward, his heart nearly skipped a beat.

Only after he realized it was merely the Emperor-class Titan Dominatus Operation Manual

did he let out a long breath.

His head sank back into the soft pillow.

Rorschach knew the Simulator wouldn't be so generous.

His eyes fell on the third reward, a faint glimmer of joy showing in them.

Without hesitation, Rorschach immediately selected the one-month Kasrkin Sergeant Major Combat Experience.

In an instant, Rorschach, still lying in bed, felt as if he had entered a strange, godlike perspective.

That was the Bearded Sergeant Major's precious life of training and combat.

It was also the training and combat of the Kasrkin that Rorschach relived.

In an instant.

Rorschach's eyes snapped shut as the bones and muscles throughout his body underwent a violent transformation once more!

Bone tissue accelerated its growth, like steel tempered in quenching fire.

Muscle tissue broke down and rebuilt, taut and bulging like uplifted rock.

Even the surface layer of his skin grew denser and tougher.

It seemed ordinary melee weapons had lost their threat.

By the time the change was complete.

Rorschach's height had reached one meter eighty-five!

His weight exceeded one hundred kilograms!

Rorschach, surging with boundless power, no longer felt any trace of drowsiness.

He exerted a slight force through his waist and abdomen.

His entire body sprang up from the bed.

Landing nimbly and lightly on the ground.

At this moment, Rorschach was one hundred percent certain.

His strength and physical ability had completely surpassed Captain America.

Surpassed the limits of the human body in this world!

Rorschach's face lit up with excitement as he gripped the edge of the bed with both hands.

He didn't put much effort into his arms.

Effortlessly lifting the entire wooden bed!

Thud!

As the heavy wooden bed slowly settled to the floor with a collision sound.

Rorschach's excitement gradually faded.

He narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze across the bedroom, shaking his head slightly.

He would probably need to find a real secret base.

Staying at home made it inconvenient to move around.

The basement was also far too cramped.

It could only serve as a temporary stopgap.

But Manhattan Island was a place where every inch of land cost a fortune.

Other areas were cheaper, sure, but they were far away.

Besides, the remaining two million-plus funds were all set aside for the simulator's resources and daily expenses.

There wasn't much fat to squeeze out...

Rorschach frowned slightly, then seemed to remember something.

He sat back down on the bed, picked up his phone, and started searching.

Soon, a faint smile appeared on Rorschach's face.

New York was a century-old city with underground passages leading in all directions.

As long as he chose the right spot.

Rorschach wouldn't have to spend a cent.

He could even borrow the subway tunnels and even the sewers built by the municipal department to move freely!

Having made his decision.

Rorschach planned to use the free time before acquiring gun resources.

To thoroughly study various maps and architectural blueprints of New York.

And find an underground secret base that suited his needs...

He exited Google Chrome.

Still wide awake, Rorschach lay back on the bed.

Scrolling through his phone to kill time.

A few news items he stumbled upon caught his attention.

The number one trending topic on Twitter was Iron Man Tony Stark heading to the Middle East again.

Killing terrorists and saving civilians—a heroic feat.

Rorschach continued flipping.

Another piece of news about the frequent thunderstorms in New Mexico caught his attention.

"Thor's here?"

Rorschach squinted, his brow furrowing slightly.

A faint glimmer shifted deep in his eyes.

"If I went to pick up Mjolnir, I wonder if I could lift it?"

"Hah, Odin might just slap me to death through the Bifrost."

Dr. Head-Chopper, Master Saw-Man, Murderous Maniac Mr. Rorschach couldn't help but drift into reverie.