Rocot: Reborn

“He…he was resurrected just like that…” Someone in the crowd exclaimed in a low voice, and along with everyone else’s blank gazes, there was an expression of disbelief.

"Heart of Darkness... So that's how it is... So that's how it is..." The man looked down at this shocking scene with his magic eyes, and suddenly everything became clear in his mind.

"There are too many things I won't say. The people in this world will not disappear just because no one remembers them. Similarly, Locot will not leave the stage just because everyone forgets him." The man's voice was like the soft hum of the crescent moon as night falls.

He knew everyone's doubts. He was no longer the evil king who was forced into weakness without the Heart of Darkness. The treasure and his soul had become one. No matter where he was, he could draw strength from the endless void.

Looking back now, the moment when the Heart of Darkness shattered was more like a silent ritual, declaring that he had not only found a new foothold in the long river of time, but also finally found the opportunity to change his fate after thousands of years of reincarnation.

When the heart of darkness finally met its fateful night, the stars swirled in the cold.

Rocot floats in the chaos, overlooking the world. At the other end of time, he and his enemy perish together, but he is unexpectedly drawn into a void independent of reality. Gravity tears at every inch of flesh and blood, and also integrates consciousness from another era into his mind.

His eyes fell, and the prosperity of the city spread on the ground. Those wild fantasies became reality before his eyes. He saw a kind of magic he had never seen before, which was integrated with technology and gave the world a new imagination.

People are no longer afraid of the heresy trial of the dark power, but are happy to accept it as a new daily life. He even saw the shadow lurking under technology, that is, an industry that hides darkness and blood under the appearance of being bright and upright.

The brutal struggle stained the darkness of this era with taboos, and he was on the verge of collapse, and was about to fall here. But by chance, he traveled through time and space, and saw everything.

He returned to the time when everything had not yet been destroyed by betrayal and lies, and to before the undercurrent of the power game began.

He has a chance to stand up again. He will face the betrayals, conspiracies, cunning opponents, and complicated years in the past with a new perspective.

His hands and feet were still weak and powerless, and even breathing was difficult, but the endless power of the Heart of Darkness was prompting him to recover rapidly.

Those lunatics who, after his death, tried madly to explore the secret of the power of the Heart of Darkness but found nothing will never know - the secret of the power of darkness will always be possessed by him alone.

He has traveled through thousands of years and has become the only person in the world who remembers the name Rocot. In the past where the timeline was distorted, no one would take a man who claimed to be Rocot who had returned from the future seriously.

Perhaps in everyone's eyes, Rocot is no longer a human being, but a myth or legend. But for a person who is remembered by darkness and the heart of darkness, moving forward as a monster is not a bad thing.

He plays the resonating sound of the Heart of Darkness as his own anthem, with only vague glimpses of past lives, and applies it expertly to his heart, which is his throne.

When the dust gradually dissipated, Rocot fell down and appeared in front of the world. He was the reborn son of prophecy, the reappearance of that dark history. Although he was still covered with wounds, he was no longer the drowned dog abandoned by the times and could only survive.

He is no longer the loser he once was.

A magnificent magical epic unfolded before his eyes, and he was still the last dark lord, Rocot.

He sighed deeply, "So I just whispered nonchalantly. After all, it is not up to others to praise or criticize. Oblivion and legend are just the gentleness bestowed by time."

Seeing that everyone was still confused and helpless after being reminded, he laughed disdainfully, "You don't have to worry about the future. When you are afraid of the sunset, I will make the night darker; when you use sin as bait, I will bring hell to your door. I will satisfy everyone's selfish desires, collect war, greed, gluttony, laziness, pride, lust, and anger, straighten the crooked era, and restore everything to its original state. You have broken the heart of darkness, and I am waiting for the beginning of a new era."

"What can restrain it?" They could no longer find the power to fight against the heart of darkness.

"It seems that in order to let the new generation understand, it is necessary to make a death oath." At this time, Rocot waved his hand and said firmly, "No, I promise you."

"Well, let this oath be a little diversion in this solemn ceremony. A very effective death oath." Rocot vowed.

So how did people react?

"My death has nothing to do with the destruction of the Heart of Darkness. It was not the Heart of Darkness that caused the destruction of the world. Don't be petty and judge others."

"The result you wanted has been achieved. The elements that make up this world are not worthy of my existence."

"The ending is as lame as a curse, put away those happy smiles."

"No new monster will ever appear and devour the world."

"What? Are you crazy to put it back together?"

"There are still crazy people calling me the savior, but that will never happen."

"Really. I promise."

Believe it or not.

But if there really was a hell in the world, he, Locot, would certainly be a frequent visitor there.

Oh, time will not recognize lies. Liars and gentlemen will be treated equally in the long river.

Rocot made a declaration before the tombstones of the Wintry dynasty. He led the rebellion of the Dark Lord. He changed the judgment of the Seven Deadly Sins. He participated in the Hundred Years' War for Britannia. The motto "The Light Will End" is perfect.

Rocot also declares this.

I'm sorry, the world no longer calls it the Heart of Darkness disaster. It will finally name the day of the end as - a page in the calendar, a witness to a unique era shaped by linear narrative, which will be called the Golden Age by future generations.

When the battleship's face was reflected in the dome, the gods above frowned and stared, and the glass fragments in their hands gradually took shape. At the moment before the planetary order collapsed, mankind would return to the ancient times when light and darkness were in harmony.

"Lokold, what do you want?" The Inductor asked him this on the day he received the Creator's relic from the false god's mouth.

"Want it? Oh, don't forget that Erebus is also on that list." Rocot stretched out his arms and stretched his waist lazily. "Perhaps I should not be the incarnation of the Sphinx. Instead, you are more suitable."

The Shadow Palace of Erebus is shrouded in eternal night. The stars burn like flames, but they cannot penetrate the deep darkness. Rocot stands before the throne, cold and ruthless. He was once the monarch of the Shadow Realm, commanding all the dark forces, but now - he is just an avenger.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready." A deep voice interrupted Rocot's thoughts. The speaker was his loyal servant Theodore, a mysterious figure with an unpredictable coldness between his eyebrows.

"Very good." Rocot slowly turned around, a sly smile on his face, "We need a start that will shock the world."

Theodore looked at Rocot, a trace of awe flashing in his eyes, "Your Majesty, are you really going to continue all this? The road to revenge is never easy."

"A smooth road, Theodore, don't you think that's boring?" Rocot sneered, "Those villains thought they had won. This is the best part of revenge - to make them feel despair when they are too proud."

At this moment, the palace gate opened with a bang, and a ragged figure was escorted in by two guards. It was one of the little people who betrayed Rocot in the past, and his face was full of fear and unwillingness.

Rocot glanced at them with contempt. "This is the fate of betrayers. Humph, do you think you can escape from my grasp?"

The betrayer spoke tremblingly, "I... I was wrong! Your Majesty, please spare my life, please..."

"Spare my life? Did you ever think of forgiveness when you sneered in front of my corpse?" Rocot's voice was as cold as ice. "Since you have chosen darkness, embrace it."

He raised his hand, and a cold dark energy condensed at his fingertips. The energy quickly penetrated into the betrayer's body as if it had life. With screams, the latter's body gradually twisted and finally turned into ashes.

"What a satisfying sight." Rocot turned to Theodore and said, "Tell the world that the King of Night has returned."

Theodore nodded slightly and quickly left, ready to release this horrifying information.

Rocot looked outside the palace again. The territories that once belonged to him were now ruled by others. He sneered, then leaned back on the throne and stared at the sky.

"Rebirth is a wonderful gift," he whispered, his eyes flashing with madness and ambition that were difficult to conceal.

At this moment, the voice of the False God Inductor echoed in his ears: "Lokold, what do you want?"

Rocot smiled disdainfully. He stretched himself vigorously, as if enjoying the tranquility of the moment. "Want it? Oh, don't forget that Erebus is also on that list."

He turned away from the throne and walked into the darkness. "Perhaps I should not be the incarnation of the Sphinx. Instead, you are more suitable. If digging into history and pursuing knowledge is really so joyful."

"But after tonight, the world will belong to King." His voice echoed in the darkness, cold and firm.

The figure behind him did not stop, and the False God Inductor whispered: "Lokold, your awareness is always so admirable. Countless people in the darkness are looking forward to your return."

Roccod snorted coldly and ignored him. He walked into a long and narrow stone staircase, the air was filled with the smell of decay and coldness. Every step seemed to be exploring unknown secrets. That was the future world where he was reborn, full of contradictions and fusions of technology and magic.

Outside the palace, the dark forest of Erebus fell into a deep and endless silence. The shadows of the trees everywhere were like withered claws, lingering in decadence. In the twilight, a tall figure slowly appeared. Theodore brought a team of loyal shadow guards. He recognized Rocot at a glance and immediately stepped forward to salute.

"Your Majesty, the dark energy message affecting the entire city has been delivered. The nobles and soldiers who have served you will receive the order when night falls."

Roccod's lips curled up slightly. "Very good. We need to create more chaos and fear. This is the first step in rebuilding the Dark Night Empire."

There was a trace of doubt in Theodore's eyes. "But Your Majesty, have you considered the reaction of those people? They may not return to your service so easily."

Rocot's eyes were slightly cold. "This is exactly what I want them to understand. It's not about choice - it's about obedience." He raised his hand and summoned a dark flame. The flame reflected his face, making him look even more cunning and cruel. "Those who are unwilling to submit will disappear in the flames."

Theodore lowered his head and said no more, following Rocot silently. The whispers coming from the shadow forest flickered like candlelight.

Walking deep into the forest, Rocot stopped. An old stone house suddenly appeared before his eyes, with complex runes carved on the door. He gently pushed the door open, and a spacious secret room appeared behind it. It was surrounded by tall bookshelves, and ancient scrolls and forbidden books faintly emitted a strange light.

Roccod's eyes swept across the room, and finally stopped at a crystal ball that was glittering in the dark. He walked slowly towards the crystal ball, and when his fingers touched its cold surface, he immediately felt endless information pouring into his mind - this was the forbidden technology that he had painstakingly studied in his previous life. If he mastered it, he would be able to control the rules of life and death in the entire future world.