Simulator's New Changes!

Rorschach, who wanted to plan and build a Secret Base, once again underestimated the complexity of New York City's century-old municipal infrastructure.

Online, there was only partial, sketchy information about the Underground Passage.

Not even a few complete blueprints were available.

For more detailed drawings, he would need to go to the New York City Library in person to apply for access.

So, Rorschach set off for the library to continue his search.

He pretended to be a university architecture student who needed materials for his graduation project.

This earned him the 'enthusiastic' help of the librarian.

She was a vibrant white girl with braided hair, a sprinkle of freckles on her face, and an exceptionally full figure.

From the moment Rorschach walked in, she clung to his muscular arm, asking questions left and right.

After figuring out his purpose, she even personally led the way to the library's basement.

Rorschach, encountering such a situation for the first time, was at a loss.

The girl's seductive gaze occasionally swept over his bulging muscles, which strained his clothes.

She was like a succubus with horns on her head, eager to devour him in one bite.

Rorschach could only maintain an aloof expression to prevent her from 'harassing' him further.

Dealing with affection from the opposite sex was not his forte.

Killing Heretics and hacking apart Chaos were his specialties.

Fortunately, the white girl named Felicia didn't bother him too much.

After helping him find the place, she only tentatively asked for his phone number.

Rorschach hesitated for a moment but readily gave out his Twitter account.

He was just protecting the fragile, sensitive feelings of a teenage girl.

Dr. Head-Chopper, Mr. Rorschach, was actually a gentle and delicate young man at heart.

Unfortunately, after saying goodbye to the girl and turning into the basement, he stared at the neatly stacked piles of blueprints before him.

A groan escaped his lips involuntarily.

"I hate blueprint data the most..."

A few hours later, despite frantically searching and flipping through them, he had only managed to find underground blueprints from the 1990s.

If he wanted to find blueprints from recent years, he would probably waste a lot more time.

His stamina still abundant, Rorschach let out a sigh.

Then, a thought gradually popped into his head.

Should he sacrifice his looks a little and invite the librarian Felicia to a candlelit dinner?

To make her happy and get her to help him out?

Queens, New York.

Riding the spring breeze, Rorschach drove his beloved Little Lamb through the surging crowds and traffic-heavy, bustling streets.

He was heading to a pre-arranged, hidden location for his first 'law-abiding (no killing)' gun transaction.

The location was chosen by Aaron Davis.

Far from being annoyed by the other party's caution, Rorschach actually appreciated it.

However, before stepping out of his home, Rorschach still brought along the Plasma Pistol, which had been consecrated through traditional rituals with incense offerings.

Just in case.

Even though he could now crush an ordinary person's bones with a single hand, Master Saw-Man had a kind heart.

He couldn't bear to see gruesome, twisted deaths.

So it was best to let equality reign under a single shot—vaporized into nothing.

Rorschach's Little Lamb was parked a block away from the meeting spot.

Just as Rorschach bent down to lock the bike and straightened up, On a nearby street, A little boy shopping with his mother spotted the sturdy Rorschach.

The boy's face flushed with excitement, A glimmer shining in his eyes.

He couldn't help blurting out in a loud, admiring voice:

"Mister Big Guy, you're so tall! Auntie! Auntie! I want to be a giant when I grow up too!"

"Sorry, sir."

The black-haired woman holding the boy's hand gave Rorschach an apologetic smile as he turned his gaze.

Rorschach shook his head slightly, indicating it was fine.

Then, he smiled and said to the boy:

"Hey, kid, then you'll have to eat well, exercise hard, listen up, and study to make it happen..."

Before he finished speaking, Rorschach nodded once more to the black-haired woman, then turned and walked away.

The black-haired woman curiously studied Rorschach's broad back, blinking a few times.

Then, she looked down at the bouncing little boy and said:

"Peter, did you hear that? Being a picky eater won't help you grow."

Hearing the black-haired woman's words, The little boy's face scrunched up almost into a knot.

He muttered under his breath:

"Auntie, your cooking is really terrible..."

"Peter Parker! What did you just say?"

"Oh, I mean, Auntie, your cooking is the best! I'm a good kid who doesn't picky eat! I'm going to be a giant!"

The chatty little boy and the black-haired woman drifted further and further away, Eventually disappearing at the end of the street.

By then, Rorschach, who had long since left, after repeated checks, Finally found a closed-down shop called 'Wandering' in a secluded alley.

This was the agreed meeting spot.

Rorschach glanced left and right warily, stepped forward, and knocked on the rolling shutter door.

Each knock had a different rhythm.

Ding!

Then, Rorschach's phone rang, receiving a new message.

"Back door."

Rorschach raised an eyebrow slightly.

Still, he turned and circled around to the back door of the closed shop.

Before he could knock on the tightly shut back door, Kaka Ka--

The rusted iron door suddenly creaked open.

A young black man with wary eyes scanned Rorschach.

After observing the surroundings once more, he turned his head and signaled.

"Come on, friend."

Rorschach slipped inside and began to survey the interior.

In the dim light filtering in and the drifting dust, wooden crates were piled on the floor, revealing guns glinting with a cold metallic sheen within.

"Just you alone?"

Rorschach squinted as he looked at the black man, Aaron, and said:

"Aren't you afraid I'll pull a double-cross?"

"First, this is just a small deal introduced by Eugene, not worth your trouble..."

The expressionless black man, Aaron, spoke with a torrential pace, carrying an unexpected rap-like rhythm.

"Second, I'm just a law-abiding businessman. These guns are cheaply bought gang weapons. I never get involved in criminal activities. Even if you're a cop, I've got nothing to fear."

"I like your directness and honesty."

Rorschach nodded and broke into a smile.

He pulled three thick stacks of cash from his pocket

and handed them to Aaron.

But Aaron frowned slightly, staring at Rorschach as he said:

"There are only two hundred guns here for now. At a hundred bucks each, twenty thousand is enough."

"Consider it a deposit for next time, and a token of trust."

Rorschach kept smiling as he said:

"I told you, this is a long-term business. The more guns, the better."

Aaron nodded and casually took the cash Rorschach offered.

He was about to turn and leave

when he suddenly looked back and asked:

"Need me to find someone to transport them? Don't worry, it's free."

"No need. My people will come to pick them up."

Rorschach shook his head in refusal.

In truth, not a single gun could escape the Simulator's appetite.

After Aaron left, Rorschach waited quietly for a while.

When he confirmed nothing unusual was happening, he couldn't help rubbing his hands together

and began the process of replenishing resources.

[Detected hazardous material: Firearm (1 hour)]

[Detected hazardous material: Firearm (1 hour)]

By the time Rorschach had extracted all the guns, his Cooldown had broken past three hundred and eighteen hours for the first time!

"An indescribable sense of satisfaction!"

But just as Rorschach muttered to himself, the Simulator before him suddenly underwent a new change.

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