Catachan Combat Knife: Night Reaver

The basement of the apartment.

The hammering roar of power tools rang out one after another, never-ending.

Even though it was the weekend.

Rorschach still chose to get up early and continue the finishing work on the safe house.

But every time he worked for a while, he had to open the simulator interface.

And check the cooldown time on it again.

Time passed, and only after the safe house was mostly tidied up did the simulator's cooldown finally end, reaching zero.

Rorschach couldn't wait to rub his hands together and immediately started a new simulation.

[Simulation initializing—]

[Current identity available: Catachan Recruit]

[Descend with this identity?]

[If declined, the simulator will choose a random descent.]

The simulator actually had a new mode?

Rorschach licked his lips and blinked his eyes.

He thought it over and chose to descend as a recruit for this simulation.

[You have descended into the Warhammer Universe]

[Time: 762.M41]

[Location: Unknown]

[You have become a Catachan Recruit, still green and untested, yearning to offer your loyalty for the Emperor.]

[You have been temporarily conscripted by the Imperium, becoming a member of a Catachan regiment.]

[You have stepped onto the planet's surface, and your sharp competence has earned the recognition of Colonel 'Iron Eye'.]

[You have been assigned to a veteran patrol squad, where you will be responsible for reconnaissance and assault missions behind enemy lines alongside four Catachan veterans.]

[You have received the basic equipment of a Catachan Recruit: a Lasgun and four Frag Grenades.]

[You attempt to seek battlefield survival tips from the Catachan veterans. The veterans scoff at this but still impart their battlefield knowledge to you. You seem to have successfully integrated into the squad.]

[Day one: Under the lead of the Catachan veterans, you conduct your first patrol, gradually familiarizing yourself with the planet's geography.]

[This is a desolate, barren death world with extremely poor visibility—only at close range can friend and foe be distinguished. The patrol squad faces greater dangers and challenges at every turn.]

[Day two: You and the veterans receive orders from Colonel 'Iron Eye' to head to an unknown location for intelligence reconnaissance in support of the Imperium's offensive plan.]

[You are granted permission to equip more weapons.]

[You do not forget the veterans' earnest teachings. You choose only a Lasgun, ten Frag Grenades, and a traditional Catachan garment: a red headband.]

[You earn the veterans' approval. You are gradually adapting to everything here.]

[Day three: You follow the veterans as you step into unfamiliar territory. Every step is taken with caution, afraid to alert unknown enemies... The night passes without incident, and you survive.]

[Day four: You and the veterans encounter reconnaissance scouts of a Xenos Civilization—a group of green-skinned Orks clad in blue iron armor and wielding shoddy firearms!]

[The Catachan veterans, accustomed to this, choose to launch a surprise attack before the Orks can react. You and the veterans eliminate all the Orks.]

[You survive, unscathed, and help the veterans clean up the battlefield.]

[A Catachan veteran familiar with Xenomorphic Races unexpectedly discovers that these greenskins seem to belong to the Gorechild Clan.]

[This is an Ork clan known for its cunning nature, adept at scavenging junk and creating War Machines.]

[For you, tasked with reconnaissance, this is not good news worth celebrating.]

[The Orks on this planet may already possess the terrifying ability to manufacture heavy Weapons and Equipment.]

[Day five: You encounter more Orks. They charge at you in a frenzied WAAAGH!]

[You notice that these Orks' blue armor is more refined, and the weapons they wield are far more powerful... One brave Catachan veteran is overwhelmed by countless Orks and falls in battle.]

[Before you can mourn, one of your arms is bitten off by an Ork Boy. Gritting your teeth against the searing pain, you smash its Big Head with a Frag Grenade.]

[You lose too much blood and fall into a weakened state.]

[Day six: Your squad seems to have entered the heart of Ork-controlled territory. More Orks attack, launching a WAAAGH! to block your advance.]

[A Catachan veteran, gravely wounded, chooses to hold the rear, carving a bloody path for the entire patrol squad.]

[After several fierce battles, your wounds not only fail to worsen but gradually improve. The two remaining Catachan veterans unanimously believe this is the Emperor's blessing, and you agree with their assessment.]

[Day seven: You and the two veterans cross the territory of the Gorechild Clan. In a place called 'Widow's Valley,' you unexpectedly discover a Gargant factory belonging to the Gorechild Clan!]

[This is a mobile fortress and combat mech of the Orks.]

[You and the Catachan veterans unanimously agree that the Orks cannot be given time to grow stronger.]

[You send out coordinate signals and simultaneously launch a suicidal surprise attack, attempting to destroy the entire factory.]

[The three of you gradually sank into the green tide of the Ork horde. Another Catachan veteran fell to an unfortunate death. The ambush failed. The mission was terminated.]

[You chose to live and die together with the sole surviving Catachan veteran.]

[The two of you pulled the pins on all your Frag Grenades together, shouting 'For the Emperor' as you charged into the Ork encirclement.]

[Wreathed in flame and shockwave, your body was torn apart.]

[You died.]

[This simulation ended. Duration: seven days.]

[Retainable options obtained from this simulation.]

[One, Frag Grenade (ten units)]

[Two, Catachan Combat Knife Reaver (Mastercrafted)]

[Three, Catachan Veteran's Red Headband (Factory New)]

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

[Cooldown: seven hours.]

[Deposit resources to reduce cooldown (currently holding no resources).]

His gaze swept quickly over the simulator's reward options.

Rorschach's eyes lit up at once.

Though the rewards still lacked the Imperial firearms he longed for.

A mastercrafted Catachan Combat Knife was undoubtedly an even more precious prize.

Rorschach directly selected the second option.

In an instant, accompanied by a sudden weight appearing in his palm.

A giant knife, its length comparable to an adult's forearm, materialized before Rorschach's eyes.

Compared to an ordinary Catachan Fang, the Night Reaver's overall shape was more elongated and slender.

The blade edge adopted a tri-edged design.

Perfectly suited for bleeding and throat-cutting, inflicting wounds on flesh tissue that were difficult to heal.

At the same time, the entire blade of the combat knife was coated with matte black paint.

Preventing light reflection, making it even more suitable for stealth and assassination scenarios.

Rorschach gripped this mastercrafted Night Reaver, turning it over and over in his hands.

The smile at the corners of his mouth never faded.

"Sweet sweet, you smile so sweetly sweet—"

Just then, a familiar musical ringtone sounded from Rorschach's pocket.

He instinctively answered the call.

But after hearing only a few sentences, a surge of rage suddenly welled up in Rorschach's chest, churning like a storm!