Rocot: Reborn

"Two years ago, I learned that the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom funded the development of a forbidden technology. Recently, I received accurate information that this technology has matured and is about to be released." Xiaodie raised her head and looked at Rocot firmly, "I am here to destroy it!"

"Oh? Destroy?" Rocot suddenly raised his voice, a sarcastic expression on his face, "You? Destroy? Why do you think I will listen to you and destroy the great technology that I have worked so hard for so many years to complete?"

Fluttershy was not afraid of Roccod's anger. She stood up and looked Roccod straight in the eye. "Because this technology is evil. It will destroy the world!"

"Destroy the world?" Rocot laughed and repeated the sentence over and over again.

When he finished laughing, his expression suddenly became extremely serious. He looked at Xiaodie and said word by word: "This world has long been rotten. If my technology can destroy it, then I will be the savior of this world!"

Xiaodie was stunned by Rocot's words. She didn't expect that Rocot would be so stubborn. This conversation made her feel inexplicably frustrated, but she had to find a new way out.

"Destroy it, and I will help you return to the top." Xiaodie's voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air.

"Back to the top? Do you think I need your help?" Roccod suddenly became angry and slammed the table hard, as if he was going to tear Xiaodie to pieces in the next second. "Little girl, you are too naive. You don't understand the darkness and cruelty of this world at all!"

"You..." Xiaodie suddenly had a severe headache and fell to the ground, covering her head.

Seeing this, Roccod stepped forward and grabbed Xiaodie's chin. "Don't underestimate me, I am the strongest man in the world!"

"The strongest man?" Xiaodie frowned in pain. Rocot's hand was so strong that it seemed as if he was going to crush her jaw. "Who do you think you are? You are just a poor creature devoured by power and hatred!"

Rokod was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Poor creature? Hahaha, little girl, do you know who I am? I am Rokod! The monarch of the Shadow Kingdom! The ruler of the future world!"

"Master? You will only bring destruction!" Xiaodie endured the pain and looked directly into Roccod's eyes, "Your so-called technology is nothing but a double-edged sword. In the end, it will only drag you and the world into an abyss of no return!"

"Enough!" Roccod threw Xiaodie away, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it, "You don't understand anything! In this world, only the strong can survive, and I will become the strongest and control everything!"

Xiaodie fell to the ground, feeling a sense of powerlessness. She knew that Rocot had completely lost himself, blinded by hatred.

"Lockold, wake up!" Xiaodie struggled to stand up, her eyes full of grief, "You are no longer the same person you were before! Have you forgotten your ideals? Have you forgotten your original intention of establishing the Shadow Kingdom?"

Roccod's body trembled slightly, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. "Shut up! You have no right to lecture me!"

"I'm not preaching," Xiaodie's voice became softer, as if she was soothing a wounded beast, "I just don't want to see you continue to make mistakes..."

"Wrong?" Roccod suddenly grabbed Xiaodie's shoulders, with a hint of madness in his tone, "I am not wrong! It is this world that is wrong! It is those who betrayed me! I will make them pay the price! I will make everyone surrender to me!"

Xiaodie looked at Rocot in pain. The man who was once full of vigor and vitality was now filled with madness and hatred.

"Locked, calm down!" Xiaodie tried to push Locked away, but was grabbed by the wrist and thrown against the wall.

"Shut up!" Rocot roared, his eyes full of bloodshot. "Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to judge me?"

Xiaodie coughed painfully a few times, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. She knew that Rokod would not listen to any advice now, and she could only use tougher means to stop him.

"Lokold, there's no turning back!" Xiaodie struggled to stand up, with a determined light in her eyes.

"Really?" Roccod sneered, and a black energy gun suddenly appeared in his hand, pointing directly at Xiaodie's forehead, "Then you go to hell!"

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a cold voice sounded at the door: "Stop!"

Rocot turned around and saw a tall man standing at the door. He was covered in a black windbreaker and had a cold mask on his face.

"Judge!" Rocot's brows slightly frowned, "What are you doing here?"

The Judge did not answer. He walked slowly into the room, his eyes like a cold blade, moving over Rocot and Fluttershy.

"You seem to have forgotten your mission." The judge's voice was as cold as a machine, without any emotion.

"Mission?" Rocot sneered, "All I know is that only the strong can survive!"

"Really?" The Judge's voice carried a hint of dangerous warning, "But you seem to have forgotten that true strength does not only mean strength, but also means protection and responsibility for fellow countrymen."

"Protection and responsibility?" Rocot's expression became more mocking. "I have lost everything. My power belongs only to me!"

"What a pathetic self-centeredness." The Judge shook his head. "You think you have power and can do whatever you want. But you forget where the power comes from, where everything you have comes from!"

"Where are you from?" Rocot's body trembled slightly, as if some painful memories were aroused.

"From your family, from your brothers, from the supporters behind you!" The judge's voice became colder and colder, as if it could pierce through a person's soul. "And you, betrayed it all, betrayed all those who believed in you!"

"Betrayal?" Rocot suddenly laughed, his eyes full of madness, "Yes! I am betrayal! Betrayal is my power!"

"It seems that you are beyond redemption." There was a hint of sadness and determination in the judge's voice.