In the apartment basement.
The pounding roar of power tools rang out one after another, never ceasing.
Even though it was the weekend.
Rorschach still chose to get up early and continue the finishing touches on his safe house.
It was just that every so often, he had to open the Simulator interface.
And check the Cooldown again.
Time passed, and only after the safe house was nearly tidied up.
Did the Simulator's Cooldown slowly come to an end.
Rorschach rubbed his hands eagerly and immediately began a new simulation.
Simulation initializing-- Current identity: Catachan Recruit Descend with this identity? If declined, the Simulator will select a random descent.
The Simulator actually had a new mode?
Rorschach licked his lips and blinked.
After giving it some thought, he chose to conduct this simulation as a recruit.
You descended into the Warhammer Universe Time: 762.M41 Location: Unknown You became a Catachan Recruit. Still green, you longed to offer your loyalty to The Emperor. You were temporarily conscripted by the Imperium and became a member of a Catachan regiment. You set foot on the planet's surface. Your sharp and capable nature earned the appreciation of Colonel "Iron Eye." You were assigned to a veteran patrol squad. Along with four Catachan veterans, you would handle reconnaissance and assault missions behind enemy lines. You received the standard equipment of a Catachan Recruit: a Lasgun and four Frag Grenades. You tried to learn battlefield survival skills from the Catachan veterans. They scoffed at this, but still taught you battlefield knowledge. You seemed to have successfully integrated into the squad. On the first day, you conducted your first patrol under the guidance of the Catachan veterans and gradually became familiar with the planet's terrain. This was a barren, lifeless death world with extremely poor visibility. Friend and foe could only be distinguished at close range, and the patrol could face even greater dangers at any moment. On the second day, you and the veterans received orders from Colonel "Iron Eye." You would head to an unknown location to gather intelligence for an Imperium offensive plan. You gained authorization to equip more weapons. Remembering the veterans' earnest teachings, you chose only a Lasgun, ten Frag Grenades, and traditional Catachan attire—a red headband. You earned the veterans' praise and gradually adapted to everything here. On the third day, you followed the veterans into unfamiliar territory, taking every step with great caution for fear of alerting unknown enemies... The night passed without incident, and you survived. On the fourth day, you and the veterans encountered reconnaissance scouts from a Xenos Civilization: a group of Orks clad in blue sheet-metal armor and wielding ramshackle firearms! The Catachan veterans were used to it. They chose to launch a surprise attack before the Orks could react, and you and the veterans wiped out every Ork. You survived unscathed and cleaned up the battlefield with the veterans. A Catachan veteran familiar with Xenomorphic Races made an unexpected discovery. These Orks seemed to be from the Gorechild Clan. This was a naturally cunning Ork clan skilled at scavenging junk and creating War Machines. For you, who were on a reconnaissance mission, this was not good news worth celebrating. The Orks on this planet likely already possessed the terrifying capability to manufacture heavy weaponry. On the fifth day, you encountered even more Orks. They charged at you in a frenzied WAAAGH! You discovered that these Orks' blue armor was more refined, and their weapons were far more powerful... A brave Catachan veteran was besieged by countless Ork Boys and died in battle. Before you had time to mourn, one of your arms was bitten off by an Ork Boy. Enduring the piercing agony, you smashed its Big Head open with a Frag Grenade. You lost too much blood and fell into a weakened state. On the sixth day, your squad seemed to have entered the heart of Ork-controlled territory. More Orks attacked, launching a WAAAGH! to stop your advance. A severely wounded Catachan veteran chose to stay behind, carving out a bloody path for the entire patrol squad. After several fierce battles, not only did your injuries fail to worsen, they gradually improved. The two remaining Catachan veterans unanimously believed it was The Emperor's protection, and you agreed with them. On the seventh day, you and the two veterans crossed through the Gorechild Clan's territory. In a place called "Widow's Valley," you unexpectedly discovered a Gorechild Clan Gargant factory! This was an Ork mobile fortress, a combat mech. You and the Catachan veterans unanimously agreed that the Orks could not be given time to grow stronger. You sent out the coordinates and simultaneously risked a suicidal surprise attack, attempting to destroy the entire factory. The three of you were gradually surrounded by a tide of green bodies. One Catachan veteran was once again tragically killed. The ambush failed, and the mission was terminated. You chose to live and die alongside the sole surviving Catachan veteran. The two of you pulled the pins on every Frag Grenade, shouted, "For The Emperor," and charged into the Orks' encirclement. Engulfed by flames and shockwaves, your body was blown apart. You died. This simulation has ended. Duration: seven days. This simulation has retainable options. One: Frag Grenades (ten) Two: Catachan Combat Knife: Night Reaver (mastercrafted) Three: Catachan veteran's red headband (brand-new) This simulation exceeded twenty-four hours. Simulator wear was not waived. Cooldown: seven hours. Please invest resources to reduce the Cooldown (currently holding no resources).
His gaze swept quickly over the Simulator's reward options.
Rorschach's eyes immediately lit up.
Although the rewards still did not include the Imperium firearms he had been yearning for.
A mastercrafted Catachan Combat Knife was undoubtedly a more precious prize.
Rorschach directly chose the second option.
In an instant, accompanied by a sudden weight in his palm.
A giant Knife as long as an adult's forearm appeared before Rorschach.
Compared with an ordinary Catachan Fang, the Night Reaver had a slimmer overall shape.
Its edge featured a triangular blade design.
It was exceptionally suited for bleeding and throat-cutting, leaving wounds in flesh that were difficult to heal.
At the same time, the entire blade had been coated in matte black paint.
It prevented reflections under light and was better suited for stealthy assassination operations.
Rorschach gripped the mastercrafted Night Reaver tightly, turning it over in his hands again and again.
The smile on his lips never fully faded.
"Sweet as honey, your smile is sweet as honey—"
Just then, a familiar musical ringtone sounded from Rorschach's pocket.
He answered the phone instinctively.
Yet after hearing only a few words, a surge of fury suddenly rose in Rorschach's chest, churning like a raging sea!
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