Rocot: Reborn

At the edge of the future world, the curtain of night quietly descended, the sky was as deep as ink, and the stars were densely flashing cold light. In the forgotten laboratory, a brown light suddenly broke the silence, and Roccod's consciousness was attached to a cold mechanical body at the moment of this light injection.

His sight gradually focused, and those mechanical eyes flashed a sharp light. Surrounded by old technological equipment that had not been used for a long time and swaying fluorescent lights, there was no sign of life here, only silence and ruins.

"Coming to this world again, I will no longer have any hesitation or mercy." Roccod whispered in a voice with a metallic echo. His voice was full of coldness and determination.

He stood up slowly, feeling the slight sound of his newly-given steel body in the silence. The pain of being betrayed in his memory emerged in his heart, an indescribable torture, like countless needles slowly turning in his heart. However, the pain also trained him to have overwhelming anger and unprecedented determination.

"I used to be the master of the dark night, holding the scepter of destiny. Now, I will make those betrayers pay the price in blood. I want them to beg for forgiveness in despair, and I will become their eternal demon!" Rocot's eyes burned in the darkness, like a raging fire burning all the dark corners.

Not far away, a shabby display screen suddenly flickered, showing a series of rapidly flashing data streams. Roccod slowly walked towards the display screen, and the data stream stopped under his fingertips and turned into a map marking the ruins of the dark kingdom he once ruled.

"It's time to go back. There is my unfinished revenge and the glory I want to regain." His voice was filled with irresistible power, like a whisper from the abyss of hell.

As he expected, as the news of his resurrection spread, the power structure of the entire Dark Night Realm began to shake. In the middle of the night, several figures in black robes gathered under the old palace of Rokod, and a mysterious and powerful aura enveloped this dark land.

"It's time to make those who betrayed us feel real fear." Roccod's words showed his firm belief in revenge and unprecedented strength. This time, he would not let anyone stop him from taking back everything that belonged to him.

A sudden burst of light broke the silence of darkness, and the secret meeting room in the old palace of Rocot gradually lit up. On the hard steel conference table, several high-level leaders of the mysterious dark forces looked at Rocot solemnly.

Rocot sat upright, and he could easily read Rocot's intentions and fighting spirit from his frosty eyes. However, his face still maintained an unfathomable expression.

"Why should we support you?" A senior bureaucrat in a black robe asked first, his attitude clearly wary.

There was almost no fluctuation in Roccod's mechanical eyes. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a cold and magnetic voice: "Because I will bring you a darker and better future." He paused and scanned everyone with a sharp gaze.

"I have fallen into the abyss, so I know how to survive in the darkness. I have the deepest despair and the brightest hope," his voice seemed to give the cold metal an incredible charm. "I will swear in my own name that I will use my wisdom and strength to lead us to the throne of darkness that no one has ever set foot on. No one can sit on that position except me."

Everyone present had a subtle change of expression on their faces, realizing that what they were standing before was the calmest eve before the storm. This adventure might be paved with blood, and the road to the future. The legend of Rocot, his dark reign, and unfinished revenge were full of unknown possibilities at this moment.

"How do you want us to help you?" Another senior executive spoke slowly. It was obvious that they had already felt Rocot's determination and his irresistible charm.

Rocot met their gazes and replied calmly, "Let's start by cleaning out the traitors." As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous aura was revealed in the darkness. At that moment, he knew that the wheel of darkness had begun to turn, and the end of the traitors was quietly approaching. And he himself was the irresistible will of this process.