Marvel: Warhammer Simulator

Unable to fall asleep, Zaire lay on the cold metal bed.

He opened the simulator's interface.

Recalculating the cooldown time for the simulation.

With a slight furrow of his brow, Zaire realized that if he didn't use resources to accelerate the cooldown, it would take at least a month of real-world time to complete.

The longer he survived, the more resources the cooldown would demand.

"The cost is increasing again… time to requisition another few thousand firearms."

He licked his sharp fangs in resignation, pulled out his phone, and sent a message to Mrs. Gao.

The message instructed her to replenish the firearms stock, and the more, the better.

After receiving her affirmative response, Zaire didn't immediately activate the cooldown process.

Instead, he casually navigated to the salvage menu.

His gaze lingered on the designated salvage option as he hesitated momentarily.

Then, he began to select a specific item.

[Designated Salvage Item: Power Armor]

[Base Salvage Cost: 100 Hours]

[Increase Salvage Probability?]

[Additional 100 Hours Added]

[Probability Increasing—]

Zaire blinked his piercing green wolf-like eyes.

Having invested 200 hours, he restrained the temptation to spend further.

Based on his understanding of the simulator, the first use of any new feature had the highest success rate.

No matter how much cooldown time was spent, it didn't impact the final result.

This, after all, was a marketing strategy the simulator used to entice its sole customer—him.

[Designated Salvage Countdown: 99 Hours, 59 Minutes, 59 Seconds.]

As the simulator interface closed, Zaire slowly shut his eyes.

He focused on the rhythmic thumping of his primal heart and the Leman Russ's Heart within his chest, gradually slipping into sleep.

The next day.

Refreshed and energized, Zaire awoke early from his slumber.

After completing his morning routine, he headed to the training grounds for warm-up exercises.

Jessica, who had been drunk out of her mind the night before, was already there ahead of him.

She had just finished her physical training and was wrestling with a set of gym equipment.

"Good morning, Jessica."

"Good morning, boss."

Zaire nodded in acknowledgment, then began running laps around the training grounds.

After about an hour, a physically exhausted Jessica and a fully warmed-up Zaire sat down for a simple breakfast.

While Jessica was recovering her strength, Zaire went to the armory and brought out the weapons and equipment he currently had.

As he explained the usage and unique traits of various imperial firearms, he demonstrated their functionality by firing at the range.

Overcoming her initial fear of handling firearms, Jessica gradually grew more comfortable experimenting with them.

The roar of hellguns and the acrid smell of scorched air filled the entire base hall.

However, when Jessica accidentally picked up the heavy boltgun, Zaire's face turned pale, and he rushed forward to stop her.

With a grave tone, he explained to the confused Jessica:

"This thing is uncontrollable, even for me. Firing just one shot could shatter all your bones."

"You're better off starting with laser pistols. But be cautious of energy cell overload—if you notice the gun shaking and the energy cell emitting a buzzing sound or glowing, don't hesitate. Throw it away immediately. Otherwise, you'll be the first person on Earth to die from an energy cell explosion."

"Boss… is there any weapon here that's actually safe to use?"

Jessica, her short hair bouncing, couldn't help but crack a smile as she teased him.

"Jessica, there's no such thing as safety on the battlefield… the sooner you understand this, the longer you'll live."

Zaire's glowing green eyes widened with intensity, and his expression turned solemn.

Confronted with her suddenly serious boss, Jessica took a deep breath and nodded firmly.

Yet, she couldn't resist sticking her tongue out at him, revealing a hint of girlish playfulness.

"Keep training."

Zaire smiled faintly, baring his sharp fangs, then walked over to a nearby metal floor and sat cross-legged.

He pulled out his phone and began searching for information.

The names on his search list were all scientists he remembered—such as the famous "Doctor Octopus," Otto Octavius.

After yesterday's barbecue meeting, Zaire realized he lacked scientific personnel under his command.

This deficiency hindered his ability to fully utilize the spoils from the outside world.

So, he decided to recruit some of the villains native to this world.

Instead of letting them run rampant, he would find a way to subdue them and make them contribute to humanity's future.

"Huh?"

Zaire made a noise of surprise as he studied the information about Doctor Octavius on his phone.

It seemed the timeline hadn't yet reached a critical point.

For now, Otto Octavius was still a renowned nuclear physicist and professor at New York University.

This greatly reduced the leverage Zaire could use to sway him.

Forcing compliance through violence was out of the question.

Nor did Zaire possess any technology enticing enough to draw him in.

His gaze drifted toward Jessica, who was enthusiastically practicing her aim, and the weapons laid out before them.

Could the structure of the energy cells pique Octavius's interest?

"Am I left with only money as leverage? Perhaps becoming a research sponsor?"

Zaire muttered to himself, licking his fangs.

For now, he set Doctor Octavius aside as a backup candidate.

Then, a vague figure from his memories surfaced in his mind.

Promptly, he searched for another familiar name.

Curt Connors.

A biology teacher at Midtown High School.

And another villain—The Lizard.

"Ah, Professor Connors… I recall you were a talented biochemist as well."

Zaire squinted his wolf-like eyes thoughtfully.

As more information about Connors loaded on his phone, he muttered:

"Hmm? Expelled from the school? Involved in the case of a missing female student?"

Frowning slightly, Zaire rose from the metal floor.

After a moment of reflection, he called out to Jessica:

"Jessica, keep training… I need to head out."

"Got it, boss!"

By now, Jessica had discovered the joy of shooting, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

She waved a hand energetically, the other still gripping her laser pistol, finger on the trigger.

Zaire smirked, his nostrils flaring slightly, then turned and headed toward the lounge.

Minutes later.

Zaire, his gray hair hidden beneath a baseball cap and his eyes concealed by sunglasses, emerged from the base.

After walking a few steps, he hesitated and doubled back to the lounge.

When he reappeared, he had donned a pair of black gloves, completely covering his oversized knuckles and razor-sharp fingertips.

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