Marvel: Warhammer Simulator

[Your battered eyelids tremble continuously, and small flames gradually appear in the depths of your dark, hollow eyes.]

[Then, they blaze intensely, like an exploding star.]

[Meanwhile, a skeletal hand engulfed in warp fire grips a Catachan knife, slicing through the pink horrors around you, gently supporting your collapsing body.]

[Behind you, Krieg soldiers in military coats and Catachan veterans with red bandanas materialize out of thin air.]

[Their flesh seems to have completely transformed into burning warp fire, the Emperor's unending wrath scorching the surrounding chaos demons.]

[Carlos' bird head twists wildly, and in its terror, its beak slowly opens, preparing to unleash a terrifying warp psychic blast.]

[However, shells heavily wrapped in warp fire suddenly soar over your head and explode on another of Carlos' bird heads.]

['The Weaver' Carlos' massive body trembles, and even slight burns force it to stop brewing its spell.]

[A Terminator in power armor burning with warp fire takes heavy steps and approaches behind you.]

[Without orders or slogans, countless skeletal human soldiers silently charge, confronting the chaos demons surging from afar.]

[Your muddled thoughts gradually clear, and the murmurs in your ears seem to disappear completely.]

[Even though you have lost your eyes, you can still clearly sense everything happening around you in the darkness.]

[You tremble all over, your blood boiling, and your loyalty to the Emperor becomes even firmer.]

[A Catachan knife burning with warp fire is placed into your hand.]

[You grasp it tightly, and a smile belonging to all the fallen appears on your tragic face.]

[You quickly prepare for battle, taking difficult steps... charging forward.]

[All the Krieg soldiers follow your steps, raising the bayonets on their lasguns.]

[Catachan veterans with red bandanas wield knives and pull the triggers of their weapons, continuously sweeping away the chaos demons surging around them.]

[You let out a desperate roar.]

[You raise the Catachan knife towards the bewildered 'Weaver' Carlos.]

[Brilliant lights like those of a star spill from your eye sockets, drifting behind you, as if forming a pair of vast, invisible wings.]

[You step on the bodies of several dead demons in front of you and leap into the air.]

[Slash, slash, slash—]

[In a daze, a faint murmur seems to echo in your ears once more... then vanishes instantly.]

[You muster all your strength and swing the Catachan knife burning with warp fire.]

[Perhaps it is the Emperor's blessing, but you manage to stab precisely into the wildly shaking bird head of Carlos, blinding one of its eyes.]

['The Weaver' Carlos lets out a painful screech as the warp fire fiercely burns its insolent bird head.]

[Terrifying warp psychic energy instantly erupts from Carlos, shattering your arms, shoulders, and the rest of your body.]

[You have no time to evade, and your body is torn apart by the psychic energy.]

[You are dead.]

[This simulation has ended, taking nine hours.]

[You have gained selectable rewards from this simulation.]

[1. Tzeentch's Blessing and Curse (choose cautiously)]

Note: Tzeentch is displeased with your tenacious resistance.

Yet she generously grants you the ascension blessing to become a 'Demon Prince.'

However, you may not be able to withstand the overwhelming chaotic power...

[2. Khorne's Attention and Blessing (choose cautiously)]

Note: Khorne has developed a slight favor for your refusal of Tzeentch's temptation.

If you accept her blessing and are willing to become Khorne's chosen, she will occasionally observe your actions and grant you more power...

Only seeking slaughter, no need for loyalty.

[3. Evercool Plasma Pistol (Master-crafted Relic)]

Note: The Emperor's gaze upon you... has never wavered.

[Since this simulation lasted less than twenty-four hours, the simulator's wear and tear has been waived.]

[Current cooldown time available: five days and twenty-one hours (141 hours)]

The simulation ends.

However, in the factory, Zaire couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He had actually been transported to a chaos-ridden planet occupied by a dark god...

Without the Emperor's protection, he might not have been able to even commit suicide and escape.

Wasting a simulation opportunity was no big deal.

But if Tzeentch had kept Zaire half-dead, unable to die...

 Zaire couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He couldn't imagine how much cooldown time would be needed to compensate for the simulator's loss.

And he wouldn't gain any enhancements or equipment.

Even though Zaire wasn't weak now, he still felt powerless against the many formidable villains in this universe.

 Zaire quickly made an important decision.

Before each simulation, he would pray to the Emperor.

To gain the Emperor's protection and prevent similar accidents from happening again.

With peace of mind, Zaire examined the simulator's rewards.

He couldn't help but criticize Tzeentch's pettiness in his mind.

At the same time, he felt troubled by Khorne's favor.

Indeed, the Warhammer universe was not a world a mere mortal like him could traverse.

Fortunately, Zaire's simulator was just a simulation.

And not a real person going in...

Otherwise, desperate Zaire could only choose to pledge loyalty on the spot, soul returning to the Golden Throne.

 Zaire without hesitation chose the third reward.

A plain and unadorned plasma pistol appeared in his hand.

Excited, Zaire carefully examined the relic in his hand.

It seemed to be a Mark III Sunfury-pattern plasma pistol.

The iron-grey gun body emitted a cold metallic luster, drawing attention.

The exposed cooling vents glowed faintly, as if brewing endless energy.

"Evercool?"

 Zaire didn't hesitate and immediately fired repeatedly at the fallen bodies in the factory!

Zzz—zz—zz—

Blinding plasma balls the size of human heads shot from the muzzle in the blink of an eye.

Before Zaire could react, the bodies before him had turned to ashes!

Even parts of the concrete floor melted from the high temperature, glowing with an orange-red light.

The power of the relic pistol far exceeded his expectations.

More importantly, it lacked the cooling time needed after consecutive shots typical of ordinary plasma pistols!

As long as the hydrogen fuel was sufficient, the evercool plasma pistol was a mobile artillery piece in Zaire's hands!

 Zaire, holding the plasma pistol, burst into laughter.

This seemed to be the first time in a while that he had laughed so heartily.

Like a child who had just received his favorite toy.

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Rewritten of previous chapter since it had many mistakes since, I used different app for test.