Marvel: Warhammer Simulator

[You have chosen to consume 42 hours of cooldown time]

[Current remaining cooldown time: 118 hours]

Zaire blinked a few times.

He directly used the resource time to offset the simulation cooldown.

Then, he smiled with astonishment.

This time, he survived for a month and a half in the simulation!

This was the highest record since Zaire obtained the simulator and went through several simulations.

Could it be the Emperor's blessing, combined with the significant role of Commissar Cain.

Zaire chuckled and dismissed the thought.

His eyes returned to the reward options provided by the simulator.

He quickly skimmed over the first two options without a second glance.

Without hesitation, he chose the third option.

Caiphas Cain's finely crafted chainsword!

This is one of the iconic weapons of the Warhammer universe!

A bolt pistol in one hand and a chainsword in the other.

Such a dashing combat image was not far from Zaire now.

At least he had achieved half of it.

Moreover, after so many simulations, Zaire understood.

No matter how many weapons and pieces of equipment he acquired in the simulation, he could only randomly obtain one when choosing rewards.

And he could only select one of them.

Unless it was a gift from the Emperor.

Like the never-overheating plasma pistol.

However, Zaire didn't wish for blessings every day.

Once the Emperor's gaze fell upon him again, he might end up facing a Chaos daemon or getting tangled with the Four Gods…

As Zaire's thoughts drifted, a chainsword, 1.5 meters long and half a foot wide, weighing five kilograms, suddenly appeared in his hand.

Zaire leapt up from the ground.

With a slight exertion of his arm, he swung the chainsword a few times.

Even without starting the blade, the numerous sharp teeth on the single-edged chainsword cut through the air instantly, producing a deep hum!

For Zaire, five kilograms was just the right weight.

Swinging it felt substantial.

Even with just the weight of the chainsword, it could easily crack open a human skull!

Zaire grinned as he found the motor switch on the sword hilt.

He pressed it.

The chainsword's internal motor started instantly.

A deafening roar filled the entire room!

Vroom vroom vroom—

Countless sharp teeth spun rapidly, creating a terrifying and mesmerizing blur!

Excited, Zaire felt the intense vibrations in his hand and the thunderous roar in his ears, smiling brightly.

Bang!

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

The bedroom door was suddenly thrown open.

His aunt stared at him in shock, chainsword in hand, with a silly grin on his face.

"Zaire, you…"

Before his wide-eyed aunt could speak, Zaire quickly switched off the motor.

He smiled sheepishly and said:

"Ha ha, it's all standard-issued gear. I was just taking it out for a bit…"

"Oh, why do boys always like playing with weapons…"

The shock on his aunt's face quickly faded, as if her emotions had calmed down.

She rolled her eyes and said in a complaining tone:

"Be careful, don't hurt yourself… and find a place without people to play. The neighbor next door works the night shift."

Before he could respond, the door closed again.

Zaire stood in the bedroom, stunned.

His expression turned puzzled.

Did his aunt take the wrong medicine?

Or did the precautions he took finally pay off?

Zaire blinked a few times, unsure.

However, he didn't dwell on it.

After all, his aunt's support was a good thing, right?

Reluctantly, he placed the chainsword on the bed.

He pulled out an old laptop from his desk drawer.

Opening Google Chrome, he began to search.

Zaire vaguely remembered that the chainsword in the Warhammer universe required something called 'promethium' as fuel.

Unlike laser weapons, which could be recharged by heating, this was different.

Frowning, Zaire searched repeatedly for a long time.

He finally found the rare element 'promethium' on a specialized forum.

It cost about sixty thousand dollars per ton.

Zaire couldn't help but laugh.

Even if he used the chainsword until it was worn out, it probably wouldn't need a ton of fuel, right?

As for whether this 'promethium' was the same as the chainsword's fuel, Zaire wasn't sure. If it didn't work, he would have to rely on finding it in the simulator.

His brows relaxed.

Then, he seemed to remember something.

He reopened Google Chrome.

He went directly to Amazon and ordered a sturdy and cheap instrument case.

After all, a 1.5-meter chainsword was too conspicuous.

He needed basic camouflage to carry it outside.

After completing everything, Zaire lay on the bed, holding the chainsword, admiring it repeatedly.

Then, he instinctively opened the simulator.

He checked the remaining cooldown time.

118 hours left.

At first glance, it seemed sufficient.

But as the simulations took longer, it might not be enough.

Zaire needed to replenish his firearms resources quickly.

And secure a stable supply channel.

If the path of a gang star didn't work, Zaire planned to follow the law.

Squinting, Zaire picked up his phone.

He searched for gun prices and bulk purchase conditions.

However, as he browsed online, his brows furrowed again.

New York City had stringent gun control laws, prohibiting firearms.

Even licensed adults could only own a small-caliber handgun.

Moreover, even with a gun license, if Zaire traveled to gun-friendly states, he could only legally buy one gun every fifteen days.

For Zaire, who consumed firearms like drinking water, this was like a drop in the bucket.

Zaire clicked his tongue, jumped off the bed, and casually put down the chainsword.

He pulled out some cash from under the bed and left the bedroom.

Online information might not be accurate.

He needed to visit gun shops in New York.

Zaire told his aunt before leaving the apartment.

Despite the strict gun laws, New York City had gun shops everywhere.

Some stores even had licenses to sell guns.

After asking a few gun shop owners, Zaire found that the online information was indeed accurate.

During this period, one small shop owner told Zaire that if he was willing to pay extra, he could sell him ten handguns.

Zaire tried to ask the price.

He instantly realized the shop owner saw him as a naive young guy.

Zaire politely declined and returned to the streets, blending into the crowd.

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