049, I’ll shoot you fucking dead!

"The simulation has ended, lasting a total of fifty-six days."

"The following options are available for retention:"

Tyranid Zerg Combat Information (Incomplete)

Basic Imperial Commissar Uniform (One Set)

Lawrence's Hellgun (Standard Issue)

Note: "Commissar, my name is Lawrence, from 'Pearl Moon'... Commissar, care for some fish?"

"The simulation exceeded twenty-four hours, and the simulator incurred wear."

Cooldown time: 56 hours

Available cooldown time: 297 hours

Would you like to use the available cooldown time?

Cooldown time not used. The simulator will naturally cool down (you may skip the cooldown at any time).

The simulation had temporarily ended, but Zaire didn't immediately claim his rewards. He stared at the option for Lawrence's Hellgun, but despite the excitement of completing the simulation and earning a prize, his enthusiasm had faded.

The sacrifices of countless human lives formed the foundation of the Empire's existence. But against the forces of Chaos, the Tyranid Zerg, and other heretical factions… Did the human empire in the Warhammer universe truly have a future?

Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but Zaire found himself unusually sentimental.

In the end, he silently chose Lawrence's Hellgun, even though it was the first time, after countless simulations, that he had earned a mere standard-issue weapon.

In the blink of an eye, the Mark II gyroscope-stabilized Hellgun, connected to a battery pack, appeared in his hands. With practiced ease, Zaire strapped the heavy battery pack to his back.

He raised the Hellgun, swiftly aiming in different directions, mimicking the sound of gunfire under his breath: "Biu—"

Still in his apartment, he didn't dare actually fire the gun. The Hellgun's powerful laser beam could punch through the entire building and roast any unfortunate neighbors in its path.

After a few moments of handling the Hellgun, the thrill of holding it in real life finally washed away the last of his earlier melancholy.

As the early hours of the morning approached, Zaire reluctantly removed the battery pack and set down the Hellgun before going to bed.

The next morning, before the sun had risen, Zaire got up, cradling the Hellgun as he made his way to the basement. He needed to safely store the dangerous weapon to prevent anyone else from tampering with it. At the same time, he had to ask Iron Man to track down the whereabouts of Lady Gao and Bullseye.

If he could, this would be his chance to wipe out the New York underworld in one decisive blow.

Zaire carefully descended into the basement and opened the iron door. The sight of Iron Man standing in the center of the room, unchanged after a day's absence, caused him to raise an eyebrow. The Hellgun in his arms emitted a low hum as the barrel pointed directly at the motionless figure in front of him.

Even though he knew that not even a plasma pistol, impervious to overheating, would work, Zaire was ready to die fighting—there was dignity in that for a human.

But then—clang!—the unexpected clashing of metal startled him.

The towering figure of Iron Man suddenly knelt down. Bowing his metallic back, he spread his arms in a gesture of submission. In a voice full of reverence, Iron Man spoke with mechanical precision:

"Greetings, Omnissiah. Your faithful servant, UR-025, eagerly awaits your command."

"Uh..."

Zaire widened his eyes in surprise. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, confused:

"Friend, did you mess something up? Did you crash the global stock market? Or maybe cut off the city's power grid?"

Without lifting his head, Iron Man responded humbly:

"I received divine guidance unintentionally. I am merely your servant and tool, not a leader… I had just awakened from slumber, not fully conscious, but now I have returned to my rightful place."

Divine guidance? A servant? A tool?

Zaire was even more baffled. Surely no deity in this universe had the time to enlighten a robot? The gods were embodiments of universal laws, far beyond the comprehension of any sentient being...

"Friend, didn't we agree we were partners?" Zaire sighed deeply, lowering the Hellgun. "I've always treated you—"

"No, no—"

Before Zaire could finish, Iron Man hastily raised his head, the soft blue light in his eyes flickering violently. Cutting him off, Iron Man's mechanical voice took on a servile tone:

"I am your tool! Your servant! This cannot be disputed! Please, give me orders... I can do anything for you!"

"Uh... Find the current locations of Bullseye and Lady Gao from the Triad, and hack into their phones..."

Zaire cautiously tested the waters. Before his words were even complete, a projection of Bullseye and Lady Gao's movements appeared from Iron Man's eyes, including real-time audio from their tapped phones.

In this digital age, Earth's human networks were no match for a being like Iron Man.

At that moment, Zaire's thoughts shifted. With a serious expression, he looked at Iron Man and said:

"Friend, I've made up my mind... I want to become a billionaire! I want to be humanity's guide, the ruler of Earth!"

But Iron Man abruptly halted the projection, turning to Zaire:

"I will help you build a secret base, even better than what you've imagined, and monitor every human on Terra to keep you safe. I can provide millions or even tens of millions in funding for your use... But to control all humanity and seize limitless resources, my lord, that's something you will have to do on your own. I will cheer you on from behind and pray for your success."

"Huh?"

Zaire squinted and stared at Iron Man, chuckling coldly:

"Yesterday, you were promising I'd become a billionaire, and now you've changed your tune?"

"Tell me! What happened to make you change your mind?"

Once again, the Hellgun in his hands powered up, its barrel aimed at Iron Man.

But Iron Man remained kneeling, spreading his metallic arms, exposing his chest:

"Do you realize how much of humanity's lost wealth is the result of their hard work and dreams of escaping poverty? You want everything handed to you on a silver platter. You want to be a slave to endless resources!"

Iron Man's words made Zaire burst out laughing in anger.

This damned heretic was now lecturing him on morality!

Glaring at Iron Man, Zaire growled:

"You heretic! Don't try brainwashing me! Weren't you just saying you're my tool and servant? Why do you keep defying my commands?"

"If I can't be a billionaire... Fine. Then order ten thousand firearms from a weapons manufacturer for me! The more, the better!"

"As long as you give me a reasonable explanation, one that convinces me, I'll make the order for you right now... Even if you wanted an aircraft carrier or fighter jets, I could arrange it!"

Iron Man's blue eyes glowed softly as he replied calmly, leaving the once-dominant Zaire speechless. He had been counting on Iron Man to procure legally purchased weapons for him. How many guns could he acquire through smuggling alone?

But there was no way Zaire could reveal the existence of the simulator to a heretic!

"I... I swear, I'll shoot you fucking dead!"

Zaire's anger was starting to boil over.

"Shoot me? I'd rather you do it! Go ahead! Shoot me, Omnissiah!"

Relying on his indestructible metallic body, Iron Man sank into shameless defiance.

"My lord… Humanity must depend on itself!"

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