Marvel: Warhammer Simulator

[The ground battle was even more brutal, and your time was running out.]

[You crawled into the narrow, dark maintenance tunnels of the Emperor-class Titan, entering the engine area.]

[You needed to detonate the critical core, the plasma reactor, before the heretics breached the Titan.]

[You brushed past several wetware servitors.]

[Silent and lifeless, they had already embraced the Omnissiah, the Machine God.]

[Sensing a subtle threat, you swiftly turned and tried to pull the trigger.]

[Sharp crystals from a shuriken catapult shot out from the servitors' shadows, embedding deeply into the left side of your body.]

[Enduring excruciating pain, you managed to fire your hellgun.]

[The searing laser tore through numerous servitors, revealing a slender figure in white armor in the shadows.]

[An Eldar, the pointed-eared heretic, had somehow infiltrated the critical area of the Titan 'Dominatus'.]

[Dragging your severely injured body, you barely managed to retreat, losing a significant amount of blood.]

[You were ten meters away from the plasma reactor chamber.]

[The roar of your hellgun kept the enemy at bay, while sharp crystals occasionally grazed your scalp.]

[Fearless, you focused solely on your mission.]

[With five meters to go, your hellgun was about to overload.]

[With a blood-soaked hand, you pulled out a fragmentation grenade, removed the pin, and threw it at the enemy.]

[Using the explosion's light and shockwave as cover, you dragged your injured body into the plasma reactor chamber.]

[You began to feel dizzy and had difficulty breathing.]

[You were losing too much blood.]

[Leaning weakly against the plasma reactor, you sat down.]

[You pulled the pins from all your grenades, aiming your hellgun at the entrance.]

[You silently apologized to the sergeant and the squad members.]

[You were on the brink of death due to blood loss.]

[You released the grenades, and the hellgun roared once more, on the verge of overloading.]

[Through your blurred vision, you saw the nimble movements of the Eldar heretic, a hint of mockery on your lips.]

['BOOM,' you uttered your final word.]

[You were engulfed by the searing explosion, the shockwave and flames creating a grand, glorious symphony.]

[You were utterly vaporized.]

[You are dead.]

[This simulation has ended, lasting forty-nine days.]

[You have earned the following options to keep:]

[1. Emperor-class Titan 'Dominatus' Full Operating Manual]

[2. Standard Imperial Infantry Ration Pack (one week)]

[3. Kasrkin Sergeant's Combat Experience (one month)]

[This simulation exceeded twenty-four hours; simulator wear and tear not exempted.]

[Cooldown time: forty-nine hours.]

[Available cooldown time: one hundred eighteen hours]

[Would you like to use cooldown time?]

[Cooldown time not used; simulator will enter natural cooldown (can be bypassed at any time)]

Lying on the bed, Zaire ended the simulation.

His heart skipped a beat when his eyes fell on the first reward.

When he realized it was just the operating manual for the Emperor-class Titan 'Dominatus', he breathed a sigh of relief.

His head sank back into the soft pillow.

Zaire knew the simulator wouldn't be so generous.

His gaze fell on the third reward.

A faint smile appeared in his eyes.

Without hesitation, Zaire chose the month-long combat experience of the Kasrkin sergeant.

In an instant, lying on the bed, Zaire seemed to enter an unfamiliar god-like perspective.

It was the valuable life of the bearded sergeant, filled with training and combat.

In a moment, Zaire relived the Kasrkin's training and battles.

Instantly, the bones and muscles of the closed-eyed Zaire began to undergo intense changes!

His skeletal structure accelerated growth, akin to forged steel.

Muscles broke down and rebuilt, resembling taut, rising rock.

Even his skin became tighter and more robust.

Ordinary cold weapons seemed to lose their threat.

When the transformation was complete, Zaire's height reached 1.96 meters!

He weighed over 100 kilograms!

Zaire, brimming with boundless strength, was no longer sleepy.

With a slight effort in his waist and abdomen, he bounced off the bed.

He landed agilely and lightly on the ground.

At this moment, Zaire was fully convinced.

His strength and stamina had surpassed Captain America.

He had transcended the limits of human potential!

With an excited expression, Zaire grasped the bed frame with his hands.

Without much effort in his arms, he easily lifted the entire wooden bed!

Thunk!

The heavy bed landed with a collision sound.

Zaire's excitement gradually faded.

He glanced around his bedroom and shook his head slightly.

He needed to find a real secret base.

Living at home was no longer convenient for his activities.

The basement was too small and could only be used temporarily.

But real estate on Manhattan Island was incredibly expensive.

Other places were cheaper but far away.

Moreover, his remaining funds, over two million, were earmarked for simulator resources and daily expenses.

There wasn't much wiggle room left...

Zaire frowned, then remembered something.

He sat back on the bed and started searching on his phone.

Soon, a faint smile appeared on Zaire's face.

New York was a century-old city with an extensive network of underground tunnels.

If he picked the right location, Zaire wouldn't have to spend a dime.

He could freely use the city's municipal subway and sewer tunnels!

Having made up his mind, Zaire decided to use his free time before acquiring firearms to thoroughly study New York's various maps and building plans.

Finding a suitable underground secret base...

After closing Google, still wide awake, Zaire lay back on the bed, scrolling through his phone to pass the time.

Several news articles caught his attention.

The top Twitter trending topic was Iron Man Tony Stark's latest heroic deed in the Middle East, killing terrorists and saving civilians.

Zaire kept scrolling.

Another news about frequent thunderstorms in New Mexico piqued his interest.

"Thor is coming?"

Zaire squinted, his brow furrowed.

A glimmer of light flickered in his eyes.

"If I tried to lift Mjolnir, I wonder if I could?"

"Ha... Odin might send the Bifrost to crush me, right?"

Dr. Guillotine, Master of Saws, Killer Zaire couldn't help but daydream.

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