Chapter 62 Zhuoya's hoverbike!
[This simulation is over, it took thirty days.]
[This simulation obtains the retainable option. ]
[1. Vader's Bolt Pistol (Normal)]
Tag: "Old soldiers never die, they just fade away."
[2. Bedtime Story: The Fart Spirit's Road to Great Skills (Complete Set)]
Annotation: "This should just be a legend, right?"
[3. Zhuoya's hoverbike (relic)]
Label: "Big guy...please live well."
[This simulation time has exceeded 24 hours, and the simulator wear and tear has not been exempted. ]
[Cooling time: thirty hours.]
[Current available cooling time: 449 hours]
[Does it consume cooling time? ]
[The cooling time is not consumed, and the simulator enters natural cooling (cooling can be exempted at any time)]
The simulation has ended.
Rorschach opened his eyes wide, but stared at the words on the simulator for a long time.
He was silent for a while before he slowly uttered a sentence:
"This damn simulator..."
Rorschach couldn't imagine himself in the simulation.
What kind of mood will you have before you die?
He was on the sidelines and couldn't really empathize with the other person.
Yet Rorschach could understand.
At that moment, I was probably too depressed to even think about it...
Rorschach's eyes swept over Vader's bolt pistol.
His sight fell directly on Zhuoya's hoverbike.
He raised his chin slightly and took a deep breath.
Then he chose the last reward without hesitation.
Boom!
Accompanied by the sound of collision on the metal ground.
A half-ton hoverbike with a light blue shell appeared before Rorschach's eyes.
He slowly stood up and walked forward, his warm palms gently stroking the cold metal shell of the hoverbike.
For a moment, Rorschach's heart.
Many vague emotions kept rising and falling like the tides.
In the hazy consciousness, the text of the simulator seemed to no longer be just a simple simulation.
Instead, it has truly materialized into a real world.
In the Warhammer universe, a human girl named Zoya once drove this hoverbike and sped across the green fields.
A cool breeze blew through her short hair.
The yellow flowers on her temples also made the girl laugh heartily...
"Um?"
At this moment, Rorschach, who was in a trance, was slightly stunned.
He found a small object hanging from the handlebars of a motorcycle.
Those were the windproof glasses that Zhuoya liked to wear on her short hair.
Rorschach reached out and picked it up with a solemn expression.
He hesitated, then raised it in front of him.
Rorschach was just about to try it on to try on the size.
However, his eyes accidentally saw a new scratch on the inside of the windproof glasses.
It seemed to be a string of characters unique to the human empire.
Even the real Rorschach couldn't understand the language of the Empire.
But the thoughts in my mind were surging.
He suddenly understood the meaning of the words.
"Emperor bless you, I seem to have met a big guy I like."
"…"
In an instant, Rorschach's face tensed.
I felt an unfamiliar emotion rising from the depths of my throat that I couldn't suppress.
He took a few deep breaths and finally managed to suppress it.
Then, Rorschach, with an expressionless face, put down the windproof glasses in his hand in panic.
He is like a nimble cheetah.
Rushed out of the lounge.
"Ah... my Lord?"
Crouching in the brightly lit hall of the base.
The iron man who polished and modified the building materials raised his metal head.
There was a blue light flashing in its eyes, and it looked at Rorschach who rushed out of the lounge with great confusion.
Iron Man David was just about to say hello to improve his good impression.
But Rorschach ran out of the secret base without looking back.
The iron man turned his metal head.
It stared at the building materials in front of it and murmured softly:
"Perhaps the Great Om Messiah forgot to turn off the gas in his house?"
"Well, ninety percent probability."
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With a numb expression, Rorschach rushed out of the basement without looking back.
He chose not to go upstairs and go home.
Instead, he rushed out of the apartment.
Taking advantage of the night in the early hours of the morning.
The tall Rorschach stands under the bright neon street lights.
He began to run forward at full speed,
seemingly relying on his physical exertion and the familiar street scenery.
This is to resist the emotions and depression that are constantly surging in your heart.
Rorschach, like a mad bull, ran aimlessly in Manhattan.
His heavy footsteps seemed to disturb the homeless people sleeping on the street.
And some drunk passers-by.
There were even some low-level thugs who fled in all directions like frightened birds.
However, before the sober passers-by could take out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Their mobile phones suddenly became frozen and had black screens.
Until Rorschach's back disappeared without a trace.
Everyone's cell phones finally returned to normal.
Thirty minutes later.
Rorschach's chest began to rise and fall more violently.
Even the breathing between the mouth and nose became much more disordered.
Sweat began to seep out of his forehead and he gradually stopped.
Try to resume your normal breathing rhythm.
With a dazed look, Rorschach glanced at the unfamiliar environment around him.
For a moment, he didn't even know where he had run to.
Rorschach tilted his head back and looked around for a while.
This is based on memory and the style of the building.
Figure out where you are.
He had crossed most of Manhattan, from Chinatown in the south to Harlem in the north.
"call--"
Rorschach, who was standing in place, suddenly let out a breath.
He shook his head and smiled, as if he was laughing at his previous stupid behavior.
Then, a few wisps of night wind blew across Rorschach's scalp.
It brought coolness and also blew away his inner boredom.
Rorschach turned around with a smile on his face.
Walking along the dimly lit street towards home.
Not long after, Rorschach turned into an alley with ease.
This is a quick way to shorten the journey home.
However, I just took a few steps.
Rorschach suddenly saw it.
Just below the dimly lit street lamp in the alley.
A middle-aged man in a purple suit angrily punched and kicked a young girl.
The black-haired girl in the yellow dress just stood there with an expressionless face.
He let the opponent's fists and kicks land on his body without any sign of dodging.
At the same time, the middle-aged man's angry voice echoed all around and also entered Rorschach's ears.
"My dear Jessica, do you think you can resist me? I tell you... it's wishful thinking!"
Hear the threatening words from the middle-aged man.
Rorschach frowned and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
He planned to take another route home.
He's not a superhero.
There is no mood to stop domestic violence cases at the moment.
However, just as Rorschach was about to turn around and leave.
The middle-aged man's voice once again reached his ears.
"Look what that is? A qualified human sandbag? Jessica... go kill him!"
Thanks to the leader of the book-starved Fatty for the reward!
This is the first leader of this book!
Thanks to Elricc for the 2000 points reward!
Thanks to everyone for your support!
I will give the leader more updates after the book is released!
Also, do you prefer Warhammer or realistic plots?
(End of this chapter)