062. Zhuoya's hoverbike!
[This simulation ended after thirty days. Google search reading]
[This simulation has a retainable option. 】
[1. Vader’s Bolt Pistol (Normal)]
Note: "Old soldiers never die, they just wither."
[2. Bedtime Story: The Road to Technological Dominance (Complete Set)]
Note: "This should be just a legend, right?"
[3. Zoya’s Hover Motorcycle (Relic)]
Marking: "Big guy...please live well."
[This simulation time has exceeded 24 hours, and the simulator loss has not been exempted. 】
[Cooling time: thirty hours. 】
[Current available cooling time: four hundred and forty-nine hours]
[Does it consume the cooling time? 】
[The cooling time has not been consumed, and the simulator enters natural cooling (cooling can be waived at any time)]
The simulation has ended.
Rorschach's eyes widened, but he stared at the text on the simulator for a long time.
He was silent for a while, and then slowly uttered a sentence from his mouth:
"This stupid simulator..."
Rorschach couldn't imagine himself in a simulation.
How you feel before you die.
He stayed out of the situation and was unable to truly empathize.
But Rorschach also understood.
At that moment, I was afraid that my heart was filled with despair and I was so light...
Rorschach's eyes glanced at Vader's bolt pistol.
His eyes fell directly on Zoya'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 floor.
A light blue shell and a half-ton hoverbike appeared in front of Rorschach's eyes.
He slowly stood up and stepped forward, his warm palms gently rubbing the cold metal shell of the hoverbike.
For a moment, Rorschach felt deep in his heart.
Many vague emotions fluctuate continuously, like tides.
In my hazy consciousness, the text of the simulator seemed to be no longer just a simple simulation.
Instead, it truly materializes into a real world.
In the Warhammer universe, a human girl named Zoya once drove this hoverbike, speeding through the green fields.
The cool breeze blew through her short hair.
And the yellow flowers on the temples also made the girl laugh heartily...
"Um?"
At this moment, Luo Xia, who was in a daze, was slightly stunned.
He found a small object hanging from the handlebars of a motorcycle.
Those are the windproof glasses Zoya likes to wear on her short hair.
Rorschach, with a solemn expression, reached out and picked it up.
He hesitated and raised it in front of him.
Rorschach just wanted to try it on for size.
However, his eyes accidentally saw a brand new notch from the inside of the windproof glasses.
It seemed to be a unique string of words from the human empire.
Even Rorschach in reality couldn't understand the empire's writing at all.
But the thoughts in my mind were stirring up and down.
Suddenly, he was so blessed that he understood the meaning of the words.
"Your Majesty, I seem to have met a...big guy that I like."
"..."
In an instant, Rorschach's face became tense.
I felt an uncontrollable unfamiliar emotion rising from the back of my throat.
He took several deep breaths and then managed to suppress it.
Then, the expressionless Rorschach put down the windproof glasses in his hand in a panic.
His whole body was like a vigorous cheetah.
Rushed out of the lounge.
"Ah...my lord?"
He was squatting in the brightly lit base hall.
The iron man who polished and modified building materials raised his metal head.
Blue light flashed in its eyes, and it looked at Rorschach who rushed out of the lounge with great confusion.
Iron Man David just wanted to say hello and improve his goodwill.
But he saw Luo Xia running out of the secret base without looking back.
Iron Man turned his metal head.
It stared at the building materials in front of it and murmured in a low voice:
"Perhaps the great Om Messiah forgot to turn off the gas in his home?"
"Yeah, ninety percent probability."
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Rorschach, with a numb expression, rushed out of the basement without looking back.
He didn't choose to go upstairs and go home.
Instead, he rushed out of the apartment.
Taking advantage of the early morning darkness.
The tall Rorschach stood against the bright neon street lights.
Start running forward with all your strength,
He seemed to be relying on physical exertion and familiar street scenes.
Use this to resist the emotions and depression that are constantly surging in your heart.
Rorschach, who looked like a mad cow, ran aimlessly through Manhattan.
His heavy footsteps seemed to disturb the sleeping homeless people on the street.
and some drunk passers-by.
There were even low-level gangsters who fled in all directions like frightened birds.
However, before the sober passers-by took out their cell phones to take pictures.
Their mobile phones actually froze with black screens.
Until Rorschach's back disappeared without a trace.
Only then did everyone's mobile phones completely return to normal.
Thirty minutes later.
Rorschach's chest began to rise and fall more intensely.
Even the breathing between the mouth and nose is much disordered.
He gradually stopped as sweat began to form on his forehead.
Try to resume your normal breathing rhythm.
With a blank look in his eyes, Rorschach glanced at the unfamiliar environment around him.
For a moment, he didn't even know where he had gone.
Rorschach raised his head and looked around for a while.
This relies on memory and the style of the building.
Figured out exactly where he was.
He has crossed most of Manhattan, from Chinatown in the south to Harlem in the north.
"call--"
Rorschach, who was standing there, suddenly let out a breath.
He shook his head and smiled, as if laughing at himself for his previous stupidity.
Then, a few wisps of night wind blew through Rorschach's scalp.
It brought coolness and also blew away the boredom in his heart.
Rorschach turned around with a smile on his face.
Walking along the dimly lit street towards home.
Soon after, Rorschach turned into an alley with familiarity.
This is a shortcut to shorten the journey home.
However, just a few steps have been taken.
Rorschach suddenly saw it.
Just beneath the dimly lit street lights of the alley.
A middle-aged man in a purple suit angrily punched and kicked a young girl.
The black-haired girl in a yellow dress just stood there with an expressionless face.
Even though the opponent's fists and kicks fell on him, he showed no signs of dodging.
At the same time, the middle-aged man's angry voice echoed around and entered Rorschach's ears.
"My dear Jessica, do you think you can resist me? Let me tell you... it is simply wishful thinking!"
Hear threatening words from a middle-aged man.
Rorschach, who frowned slightly, couldn't help but twitch the corners 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 when Rorschach was about to turn around and leave.
The middle-aged man's voice reached his ears again.
"Look what that is? A qualified human punching bag? Jessica... kill him for me!"
