Marvel: Warhammer Simulator

[The flames and shrapnel from the wooden handle grenade ignited the battery pack of the 'Inferno Gun'.]

[A violent martyrdom explosion occurred, completely collapsing the underground tunnel.]

[You were blown to pieces and buried under thousands of tons of soil and rocks.]

[You are dead.]

[Simulation ended, duration: thirty days.]

[Options to retain from this simulation:]

[1. Krieg Legionnaire Soldier Suit (brand new)]

[2. A bundle of wooden handle shrapnel grenades (twelve pieces)]

[3. Krieg Grenadier combat experience (one month)]

[Simulation time exceeded twenty-four hours, simulator wear and tear not exempt.]

[Cooling time: thirty hours.]

[Currently available cooling time: six days and five hours (one hundred forty-nine hours).]

[Consume cooling time?]

[Cooling time not consumed, simulator enters natural cooldown (cooldown can be waived at any time).]

---

At this moment, lying on the bed, Zaire couldn't help but feel his blood boiling.

Even though it was just a brief life simulated by the simulator.

He was still shocked by his series of choices.

Loyalty!

What incredible loyalty!

Zaire glanced at the completed simulation rewards.

The smile on his lips grew brighter.

Although he still didn't have the Imperial firearms he desired.

A month of Krieg Grenadier combat experience was not bad at all!

This wasn't just simple training.

It was combat experience honed day after day between life and death!

Ignoring the other two rewards.

Zaire swiftly chose the third option.

In an instant, the muscle tissue throughout Zaire's body.

Seemed to absorb vast amounts of nutrition and exercise.

Expanding once again by a significant margin!

Not only that.

Even his skeletal structure underwent a miraculous change.

His entire body continued to grow in size.

His height had even increased from one meter seventy-five to one meter eighty!

The two-meter-long bed was almost too small for Zaire now!

At the same time, countless combat skills honed through life-and-death training as a Krieg Grenadier.

Continuously flooded into Zaire's mind.

And quickly transformed from memory into deeply ingrained instincts within his body!

The indomitable spirit of a veteran soldier who had faced death without fear burst forth from Zaire's eyes!

Soon after, this spirit swiftly dissipated and merged into a deeper place.

"Whew—"

Zaire abruptly sat up from the bed, lowering his head to observe.

At this moment, his muscles were full and glowing, his skin radiant.

With a slight effort, the strength at his command was even greater than before.

Zaire even felt that he was now more than twice as powerful as he had been just minutes ago!

"Haha!"

Excited, Zaire pushed himself up with one hand.

Easily jumping off the bed to the ground.

He swung his fist forcefully, demonstrating powerful movements!

However, Zaire's excitement didn't last long.

Real-world problems that kept surfacing began to weigh on him.

Zaire, wearing only his underwear, searched through the entire bedroom.

And managed to gather a few sets of barely fitting clothes.

He needed to replace all his clothes.

As Zaire struggled into loose, oversized sportswear, he kept pondering.

Problems solvable with money were naturally simple.

But there were some issues that money couldn't solve...

Like how he would explain the extreme changes in his body to his aunt, whom he lived with day in and day out?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, Zaire suddenly brightened.

"Maybe... it could work!"

Neurons in his brain collided and sparked, formulating an unplanned plan.

Bending down, Zaire pulled out a black suitcase from under the bed.

Unzipping it revealed stacks of colorful banknotes.

---

Apartment living room.

Aunt, with a troubled expression, sat on the sofa, her legs crossed.

In just one night, her slightly round chin seemed sharper, appearing leaner.

Having handled ingredients for so long, her rough fingertips moved back and forth on the calculator.

Repeatedly calculating the losses the restaurant had suffered and the additional expenses needed for reopening and renovation.

Though the restaurant's monthly income had always been good, the profits were considerable.

But, after deducting all expenses and high taxes.

If the restaurant wanted to reopen and operate again.

Aunt would have to dip into the family's savings.

These savings were not just her future pension.

But also her responsibility to provide for Zaire's university education.

And even the sole dependence for Zaire to marry and have children in the future!

Moreover, Zaire's parents had died too young.

Originally an ordinary person, they hadn't left behind any inheritance.

If she, as Zaire's sole guardian.

Didn't consider Zaire's future.

Then who could help the obedient and sensible Zaire?

Thinking about this, Aunt's tightly knitted brows gradually relaxed.

She let out a long sigh and murmured to herself:

"Zaire, your whole life has been one of hard work..."

Decisive in her actions, Aunt made her final decision.

First, she would use her own pension to cover the funding gap.

Not touching a single cent of what was set aside for Zaire!

Squeak—

Just then, the bedroom door in Zaire's apartment made a soft sound, slowly opening.

"Hmm?"

Aunt looked up, following the sound.

Only to see Zaire, now noticeably taller and stronger than the day before, walking out with a stern expression!

If this wasn't enough to shock Aunt.

Then, atop Zaire's thick arm, he was actually holding a large pile of colorful banknotes!

Aunt, always sensitive to amounts of money, almost blinked as she quickly estimated the approximate amount of money in the stack!

It was definitely not less than three hundred thousand!

Even for Aunt, who was the restaurant owner.

That was still a substantial sum of money!

In an instant, Aunt's heart raced wildly, her breathing even becoming anxious.

"Zaire—"

She widened her eyes, her slightly round chin trembling, her panicked face shouting:

"Where did you get so much money? Did you do something illegal?"

"Zaire! Are you trying to drive me to an early grave?"

Aunt had never been so frantic, so disoriented.

Zaire was her only relative.

He was the child she had watched grow up, the treasure in her hands.

And to some extent, he was her son!

But at this moment, Zaire, with his stern demeanor, remained silent.

He simply walked up to Aunt.

Bending down, he placed a stack of banknotes on the table, covering the open bills and notes.

Zaire looked at Aunt, tears streaming down her face, trembling all over.

After taking a deep breath, he spoke slowly, word by word:

"Aunt, have you ever heard of Captain America?"

For a moment, Aunt was stunned.

She looked puzzled, as if she had even forgotten to cry.

"Ah?"

......

Soldiers, even though we were not able to make this novel to the top 1 but your loyalty has amazed the emperor, even if we have failed now but we will never give up.

GLORY TO THE EMPEROR

GLORY TO THE HUMANITY

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