Rocot: Reborn

Rocot smiled contemptuously, "Control the whole world? Who do you think you are? A savior? Or... a madman?" He deliberately lengthened his tone, his eyes full of mockery.

The scavenger ignored his sarcasm, but instead seemed to have heard a big joke. His hoarse laughter echoed in the small room, which was particularly harsh. "Boy, you are still too young to understand the dangers of this world! The guy 'Creator' is the real madman! He created this world, but wants to destroy it. Only I can stop him!"

Roccod sneered in his heart. This scavenger was full of nonsense. He might have lost his mind. He put the metal box into his pocket calmly. "You want to stop him? What does it have to do with me? Why should I help you?"

"You want revenge!" The scavenger suddenly approached Rokod, his cloudy eyes seemed to see through him, "I know what you want, I can help you! As long as you help me kill the 'Creator' and seize his power, I can give you whatever you want!"

Rocot pretended to be in deep thought, tapping his fingers on the table. "It sounds tempting, but... why should I believe you? You keep saying that the 'Creator' is a lunatic, but what about you? Who are you?"

"Me?" The scavenger suddenly laughed wildly, his laughter filled with sadness and resentment, "I am just a failure abandoned by him! He created me, but threw me into this garbage dump to fend for myself!"

He suddenly tore open his tattered collar, revealing a hideous scar on his chest. The scar looked as if it had been torn apart by some wild beast, or burned by some terrible force. It looked horrifying.

"See? This is the masterpiece of the Creator!" The scavenger gnashed his teeth and said, "He turned me into this half-human, half-ghost appearance and made me suffer endless pain. One day, I will make him pay with blood!"

Roccod looked at the horrible scar and couldn't help but waver. This scavenger might really know something...

He narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively, "You said you could help me with revenge. How?"

A gleam of light flashed in the scavenger's eyes. "The source of the Creator's power is somewhere under this city. It's called the Garden of Eden, and it's the heart of the world. As long as you help me find the Garden of Eden and destroy it, the Creator will lose all his power. Then, you can take revenge however you want!"

"Garden of Eden?" Roccod's heart moved. He seemed to have heard this name somewhere before...

"That's right, the Garden of Eden!" The scavenger said excitedly, as if possessed. "It is a symbol of hope, but also an abyss of despair! As long as we control that place, we can control the whole world!"

Roccod sneered in his heart. Control the world? This old guy is really crazy. However, he said calmly, "It sounds interesting, but...how do I know whether what you said is true or not?"

"I can prove it to you!" said the scavenger, and he took out a black crystal from his arms. The surface of the crystal was shining, as if it contained some mysterious power.

He handed the crystal to Rocot, "Put your hand on it and you can see everything!"

Locot hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and touched the crystal stone.

The next second, a powerful energy instantly surged into his body, and a door of time and space seemed to appear before his eyes, and countless images flashed through his mind...

He saw a magnificent palace, countless strange creatures, and a man in a white robe standing on a high platform, overlooking all living beings...

That man is the Creator!

At this moment, the scene suddenly changed, and he saw a scene that made him shudder...

The man in the white robe actually dug out a person's heart alive!

"Ah!" Roccod exclaimed and suddenly withdrew his hand. The black crystal stone fell to the ground with a crisp shattering sound.

He looked at the scavenger in shock, "What did you show me?!"

The scavenger showed a strange smile on his face, "Now, do you believe me?"

Rocot said nothing, but a storm was brewing in his heart.

He finally realized that he seemed to be caught in an extremely dangerous vortex...

The scavenger's strange smile was like a ghost in Rocot's eyes, as if mocking his ignorance and credulity. He clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to the force. Crystal fragments scattered at his feet, reflecting his uncertain face.

"Believe you? Ha," Rocot sneered, his tone full of disdain, "Why should I believe a lunatic who is lingering in a garbage dump?"

The scavenger's smile did not fade at all. He slowly stood up, patted the rags on his body, and said, "Madman? Maybe. But I know much more than you think." He walked to Rocot with a staggering step, his cloudy eyes seemed to see through everything. "You want revenge, right? You want those who betrayed you to pay the price, you want to take back everything that belongs to you, you want..."

"Shut up!" Rocot waved his hand to interrupt the scavenger, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes. This madman could actually see through his mind? He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "What do you want to say? Why should I believe you?"

The scavenger did not answer, but stretched out a dry finger and pointed at Rocot's heart, "Because you have no choice, right?"

Rocot looked down at the direction of the scavenger's finger. There once was a beating of a cold and ruthless heart, but now, there seemed to be a flame of revenge burning there, devouring his sanity and driving him onto a path of no return.

"Tell me, where is the 'Garden of Eden'? How can I destroy it?" Rocot's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the abyss of hell.

The scavenger smiled, this time with genuine joy. "It seems that you have made your choice." He pointed to the depths of the city. "Follow me, I will take you to find the answer."

The two men, one in front and one behind, disappeared into the shadow of the garbage mountain, leaving behind only the mess on the ground and the broken crystal stone, which was flashing a strange light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

……

"This is... the Garden of Eden?" Rocot looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.

What appeared before his eyes was not a paradise on earth, but a huge metal fortress, cold, solid, and full of murderous aura. Countless metal pipes crisscrossed, connecting the towering towers and the huge spherical building, and various indicator lights flashed continuously, like prying eyes.

"The 'Creator' is hiding in that core tower," the scavenger pointed at the tallest building in the distance, his eyes flashing with madness, "As long as we destroy it, we can destroy the 'Garden of Eden' and the 'Creator'!"

Roccod did not speak. He looked up at the towering tower, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart. This metal fortress gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, like a sleeping beast. Once awakened, it would bring devastating disaster.

"How do I get in?" Rocot asked, his voice cold and decisive.

"I know a secret passage," the scavenger pointed to a hidden entrance beneath the metal fortress, "Follow me."

The two crouched and crept along the shadows, finally arriving at the hidden entrance. The entrance was covered with rusty metal plates, and it was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.

The scavenger took out a decoder-like device from his pocket and operated it on a metal plate at the entrance. With a sharp friction sound, the metal plate slowly opened, revealing a dark passage.

"Let's go," the scavenger entered the passage first, "the door to hell has been opened..."

……

The passage was filled with a rotten and damp smell, and creepy sounds were heard from time to time in the darkness. Roccod held his weapon tightly in his hand and looked around vigilantly. He knew that this passage was not a good place, and if he was not careful, he would fall into an irretrievable situation.

Suddenly, a faint light came from the front and the scavenger stopped.

"We're here," the scavenger pointed to the light, "through this door, we can enter the interior of the 'Garden of Eden'."

Rocot took a deep breath and motioned to the scavenger to lead the way. He had a premonition that what awaited him would be an unprecedented challenge...