Marvel: My Warhammer Simulator

[This simulation ends and takes one minute]

[The options available for this simulation are as follows] 

[1. The Emperor's Gaze (Human Affinity)]

[2. None]

[3. None]

[The simulation time is less than 24 hours, simulator loss has been waived.]

The second simulation ended quickly. "Well, at least I survived a few dozen seconds longer," Rory muttered, his chest burning with the desire to complain.

Then his eyes fell on the only reward available in the simulator:

**The Emperor's Gaze (Human Affinity):** *You will be protected by the Emperor; the favorability of most humans toward you will increase, while the favorability of Chaos and Xenos will decrease.*

Rory blinked and chose the reward. His prayer to the Emperor had been nothing more than a bold attempt—and, unexpectedly, it had attracted the other party's attention!

The Emperor, founder of the human empire in the Warhammer universe, was revered by his devotees as God-Emperor, Lord of Mankind, OmniMessiah…The Emperor does not love any individual human being—he loves all of humanity. 

Whereas those who despised him cursed him as the corpse emperor, the false emperor, among more thats best left unsaid. As it is full of HERESY.

"I hope the next simulation will not attract the Four Gods of Chaos, right?..." Rory swallowed hard. He was, after all, more concerned about skull explosions deaths than divine favor.

For a moment, he forgot the troubles of reality; like an internet-addicted teenager, he could hardly wait to start the next simulation.

[Simulation is starting—]

[You have arrived in the Warhammer Universe]

[Time: Unknown]

[Location: Extreme Starfield, Catachan Galaxy, Catachan]

[You step onto the planet's surface and are surprised to find a small stronghold belonging to humans in front of you.]

[You have no time to rejoice; you are already surrounded by countless deadly animals and plants.]

[You survived by chance and did not die.]

[You were rescued back to the stronghold by a Catachan human who was out hunting.]

[You expressed your loyalty to the Emperor, and you survived temporarily.]

[You find that there is only few Catachan inhabitants in the small stronghold—recruits undergoing intensive survival training in the wild.]

[You try to learn combat and survival skills from one of them. Although he remains silent, you see a hint of appreciation in his eyes.]

[In the first week, you followed the Catachan recruits through extremely rigorous physical training. You began to urinate blood frequently, and after lying down, you hardly moved a finger.]

[In the second week, the recruits taught you scientific knowledge about the deadly native animals and plants—from their shapes and colors to their habits and characteristics. If you failed to remember any of these details, you were forced into additional combat training until it felt as though your teeth were falling out. After a few mistakes, life felt worse than death]

[In the third week, you joined the recruits for basic firearms training, and your shooting skills improved—earning you their recognition]

[You discovered that the injuries inflicted by the extreme training over the past two weeks had healed. You suspected it was due to the stimulus used by the recruits]

[In the fourth week, your survivability had greatly increased, so you asked the recruits to take you on a real wilderness survival training, however they chose to refuse.]

[Stubbornly you ventured out alone to bravely challenge the Catachan jungle.]

[You cleverly avoided a deadly Parasite and in nearby bushes, the recruits secretly watched you] 

[You agilely parkour through the hunting range. Near a huge vine, a recruit nodded in affirmation.]

[You bravely faced a attack by the Catachan Ambushers. Next to a rancid water pool, the recruits—who had halted three Catachan Face Eaters in advance—shook their heads and sighed.]

[You escaped the Catchers but failed to notice the arrival of the Catachan Bloodsuckers .]

[You were bitten several times by a bloodsucker; its venom entered your body, and your internal organs began to rot.]

[You are on the verge of death.]

[As you were dying, your rotting eyeballs caught sight of the figures of the Catachan recruits, and your ears heard their blessings.]

["May the Emperor bless you, my friend," says Sly Marbo, in his final eulogy]

[You are dead.]

[This simulation ended after twenty-seven days.]

[This simulation offers a retainable option:]

[1. Catachan Deadly Plants and Animals Illustrated Book]

[2. A Catachan Tusk (Melee Weapon)]

[3. Special Training for Catachan Recruits (One Month)]

[The simulation time has exceeded 24 hours, and the simulator loss has not been waived.]

[Cooling time: Twenty-seven hours.]

[Please invest resources to reduce the cooling time (currently, you hold no resources).]

Rory was confused by his reckless behavior in the simulator, but there was nothing he could do about it. He considered the reward options listed on the simulator. From a practical standpoint, the first reward—the unique living environment of Catachan—is rare even in the Warhammer universe. For him, the second reward amounted to nothing more than a collection of ballast; the skills required to wield Catachan fangs were far too demanding for an ordinary person. So Rory chose the third reward: one month of special training for Catachan recruits. 

"Hiss—"

In an instant, Rory's muscles swelled up all over his body. Even the loose clothes he wore became much tighter! Methods of ambushing, trapping, and more surged through him as if they were natural instincts—etched deep within his memory.

"Catachan recruit training is extraordinary..."

Rory, who had absorbed numerous combat skills, rolled up his sleeves. He stared at the defined muscle lines on his forearms, pulsing with his heartbeat, and felt a surge of joy from deep within.

After coming to this World, Rory had always lacked a sense of security. But now, he brimmed with confidence; as long as he continued to simulate, he believed he could handle any future crisis.

However, the Warhammer simulator needed time to cool down. If he didn't want to wait, he would need to invest resources to reduce the cooling time. Unfortunately, Rory did not know what type of resources the simulator required.

"I can only wait for the right time to find out."

At that moment, Rory—curled up on the sofa and basking in his newfound strength—suddenly remembered something. He subconsciously glanced at the wall clock in his apartment and was shocked to discover that several hours had passed.

It was now 12:20. Not only had he skipped his classes, but he also had to go to his afternoon part-time job!

"If I don't go out now, my aunt will lecture me!"

Rory leaped from the sofa, grabbed his phone and keys in a hurry, and rushed out of the apartment.