Rocot: Reborn

Claire's eyes, originally as bright as stars, were now swallowed by a strange purple color, like the most mysterious nebula in the deep space of the universe, swallowing up all the light that approached. A violent force surged in her body, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years finally awakened, wanting to completely tear apart the cage that imprisoned it.

"What have you done to me?" Her voice was like coming from the netherworld, chilling to the bone, and every word pierced Roccod's eardrums like an icicle, causing him to shudder from the depths of his soul. That was definitely not Claire's voice, at least not the Claire he knew.

"I..." Rocot looked at Claire in horror, and an unprecedented fear overwhelmed him like a tide. He had faced death countless times, but never felt so powerless as he did now, like an ant facing a huge ship that was about to crush him. That power seemed to come from the abyss of hell, cold and evil, but with an irresistible deterrent force that made him almost breathless.

"Claire? No, you are not Claire!" Roccod stepped back in fear, trying to distance himself from her, but found that his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead. He wanted to mobilize the powerful shadow power in his body, but found that the power that he could control at will seemed to have disappeared at this moment, with no response at all.

Claire approached step by step, with a wicked smile on her lips, as dangerous and charming as a poppy. "Now, it's my turn..." Her voice was no longer gentle, but full of cold mockery, like a hunter looking at his prey, enjoying the prey's final struggle.

"Who are you?!" Rocot's voice became sharp because of fear. He tried desperately to look into Claire's eyes, trying to find a familiar shadow in those purple pupils, but he only saw a cold abyss.

"Who am I? Haha..." Claire chuckled with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "You will know soon..." She slowly raised her hand, and gently clenched her slender fingers in the air. Roccod immediately felt an invisible force imprisoning him, making him unable to move.

"You, what do you want to do? Let me go!" Rocot struggled in fear, but to no avail. He had never thought that he would have such an embarrassing day, being manipulated by a woman, no, by a monster like a doll.

Claire ignored his shouting. She slowly walked up to Roccod and gently stroked his cheek with her slender fingers. Her tone was cold and teasing, "Don't be anxious. The fun has just begun..."

"You, what are you going to do?" Rocot felt an unprecedented humiliation. He was the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom, but he was being played around by a woman. This was more painful than killing him.

Claire leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I want you to have a taste of what it means to be worse off than dead..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Claire's fingers suddenly pierced into Roccod's chest. It was not soft flesh, but it seemed to have pierced through some hard barrier. Roccod groaned in pain, looking at the woman with a distorted face in front of him in disbelief, and the beating energy ball in her hand that emitted a strange purple light.

"What is this..." He uttered a few words with difficulty, but found that his voice was getting weaker and weaker, and the scene in front of him began to become blurry.

"This is your power, but also your nightmare..." Claire's voice sounded like it came from the Netherworld, cold and ruthless. "From today on, you will become my puppet, and you will be controlled by me for eternity..."

The purple light, like a maggot, suddenly drilled into Rocot's chest. The intense pain made his eyes go black and he almost fainted. He staggered back, covering his chest with one hand, but he felt the energy rushing through his body, as if to tear him apart.

"Ah!" Rocot couldn't help but let out a painful roar. The shadow power that he was once proud of was now burning his internal organs like boiling magma. He fell to his knees in pain, the world in front of him began to spin, and his ears were filled with his own beast-like roar and Claire's creepy sneer.

"I told you that you would beg me to kill you." Claire looked down at him, her eyes full of the pleasure of revenge. "But unfortunately, you don't even have the chance to beg for mercy."

Roccod gritted his teeth and tried to resist the energy raging in his body, but found that it was all in vain. The power was too overbearing and too brutal, like a flood that broke through a dam, instantly destroying all his resistance. He felt his consciousness gradually blurring, and his body seemed to have lost control, and he could only let the power control him.

"What on earth did you do to me..." Roccod uttered a few words with difficulty, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.

Claire squatted down, lifted his chin with her slender fingers, and forced him to look at her. Her eyes were cold and playful, as if she was admiring a toy that was about to be in her hands.

"Don't worry, my 'masterpiece' has just begun." Claire chuckled, with a hint of madness in her tone, "I want you to see with your own eyes how everything you cherish will be destroyed in my hands."

Roccod's heart shuddered, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged into his heart. He wanted to say something, but found that he could no longer make any sound. He could only watch Claire stand up, turn around and leave, leaving him with a cold back.

After an unknown amount of time, the severe pain gradually subsided. Locot struggled to get up from the ground, but found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.

This was an empty room, with walls made of cold metal, no windows, and only a heavy metal door. There was nothing in the room, and he was the only one standing there alone.

Rocot tried to push the metal door, but found it did not budge. He pounded on the metal door with all his might, making a deafening sound, but there was no response.

"Damn it!" Rocco cursed, his heart filled with anger and fear. He didn't know where he was, nor did he know what Claire was going to do. But he had a strong premonition that he had fallen into a well-designed trap, and what was waiting for him would be a fate more terrible than death...

Suddenly, a cold mechanical voice sounded in the room: "Subject No. 001, vital signs are stable, begin consciousness connection test."

Roccod was startled. Before he could react, he felt a strong suction pulling him into an endless dark abyss...

"Wait! What is this?!" Roccod struggled in fear, but to no avail. He felt his consciousness being torn apart, swallowed up, and finally disappeared into nothingness...