Marvel: Warhammer Simulator

[Cooldown Time +1]

In the empty warehouse.

Zaire sat cross-legged, his expression numb.

His hands never stopped increasing the simulator's cooldown time.

Ten minutes later.

He gazed at the mountain of firearms in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, Zaire found himself in a bittersweet dilemma.

The thousand firearms before him were just the first batch.

If the merchant guild's warehouse had enough space, Lady Gao could have sent over even more.

However, what truly troubled Zaire was this:

The accursed simulator didn't support batch processing!

He could only convert them one at a time, slowly and tediously.

"Well, it's not like I'm in a rush. I'll take my time..."

Zaire sighed again and picked up another firearm to continue converting.

But then, as the firearm disappeared from his hands, the simulator suddenly underwent a change!

[Cooldown Time has exceeded 500 hours.]

[New function unlocked.]

[Restarting—]

"Huh?"

Zaire blinked instinctively, snapping his wandering focus back into place.

[Salvage feature updating—]

[Salvaged items now support categorization.]

"Categorization..."

Zaire glanced at the simulator's updated interface and quickly navigated to the salvage page.

The previously chaotic collection of salvaged items had now been neatly categorized.

Energy fuel, ammunition, clothing, food supplies...

Rows of items were now organized and presented in distinct categories.

Feeling a tinge of delight, Zaire rubbed his chin.

It seemed that as the cooldown time increased, the simulator would undergo corresponding changes.

A spark of excitement ignited in Zaire's eyes.

He suddenly felt reinvigorated, his hands picking up firearms with renewed enthusiasm.

Roughly an hour later.

All the firearms in the warehouse had been converted.

The simulator's cooldown time had surpassed 1,289 hours for the first time!

Zaire exhaled deeply, shaking his slightly sore hands before turning his attention back to the simulator.

[Cooldown Time has exceeded 700 hours.]

[New function unlocked.]

[Restarting—]

[Salvage feature updating—]

[Salvage feature now supports targeted salvaging.]

[Cooldown Time has exceeded 900 hours.]

[New function unlocked.]

[Restarting—]

[Simulation feature updating—]

[New simulation modes now available.]

Squinting, Zaire examined the simulator's changes carefully.

First was the Targeted Salvaging unlocked at 700 hours.

The simulator's notes explained that to acquire specific salvage items—such as power armor—

a base of 100 hours was required per attempt.

Each additional 100 hours would increase the success rate, up to a maximum of 1,000 hours.

However, despite Zaire's extensive probing,

he couldn't find any further details, like the exact success rate of a 100-hour base.

Was it 1%, or 10%?

The salvage page simply noted: "The more time invested, the higher the success rate."

Based on his understanding of the simulator, Zaire suspected it wasn't so simple.

After all, a 100-hour targeted salvage yielded only one chance!

Being frugal, Zaire already knew that basic salvaging was far more cost-effective.

At least with ammunition or energy, he was never in short supply.

Still, the choice between quantity and quality was worth pondering…

Sighing deeply, Zaire continued reading.

At 900 hours, the simulator's Simulation Feature underwent its first change.

Zaire could now customize the time ratio for survival scenarios.

Previously, surviving one day required one hour of cooldown.

Now, surviving one day could consume 10 hours of cooldown, increasing both the difficulty and rewards dramatically.

"This might mean I'll finally get to meet the Astartes, huh?"

Zaire's eyes lit up as he muttered to himself.

He had never simulated becoming an Astartes before!

His thoughts racing, Zaire stood up and stretched.

He turned and walked out of the warehouse.

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Three Days Later, Pre-dawn Hours

In an old warehouse on Manhattan's East Riverbank, a Valkyrie armed transport painted in desert camouflage slowly emerged from a hidden underground hangar.

The roar of its massive engines reverberated through the cavernous space, drowning out the quiet hum of machinery.

Inside the cockpit, soft classical music played, adding an incongruous serenity to the scene.

David, seated at the controls, hummed along lightly as he expertly guided the colossal machine upward.

The Valkyrie descended smoothly onto a nearby clearing.

The classical music abruptly stopped as David turned toward Zaire, who stood behind him.

"My lord," David began, his tone calm and precise, "all nearby warehouses are under your name now. Departing from here will not attract any unwanted attention. Their 'tendrils' are well within my control."

Zaire gave a satisfied smile and a thumbs-up.

"Excellent work, David. Truly remarkable. Excavating such a massive underground tunnel in just three days… beyond my imagination."

David's blue eyes flickered briefly in acknowledgment. "Your praise humbles me, my lord. As your servant, this is simply my duty."

Zaire, still smiling, shifted his gaze toward the dark night outside the cockpit.

After a pause, he spoke.

"David, is the Valkyrie fueled and ready?"

David straightened slightly at the controls. "Of course, my lord. Are you planning…?"

Zaire cracked his neck and leaned forward, his grin widening.

"Why wait? The tunnel is done, the gear is ready. Let's kick things off with a wild night infiltration."

David glanced at him, his tone carrying a faint hint of amusement—or perhaps resignation.

"As you command, my lord. As you wish."

The engines roared to life once more, and the Valkyrie rose into the air.

Its hulking shadow swept silently across the East River, leaving the glittering Manhattan skyline behind.

Climbing steadily into the night, it vanished into the thick clouds, a ghostly predator ready to strike.

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