Rocot: Reborn

Rocot felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and every beat brought an unbearable feeling of suffocation. The mirror seemed to have some kind of magic, firmly absorbing his sight and making him unable to look away. The monster in the mirror became clearer and clearer. It had the same face as Rocot, but it was twisted and hateful. Its mouth opened into an exaggerated arc, revealing its white teeth, and two balls of dark green flames burned in its eye sockets, like an evil ghost from the depths of hell.

"Look, this is the power you desire. I can give you everything you want." The voice penetrated into Rocot's mind like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. "Power, authority, revenge... whatever you want, I can help you achieve it."

Roccod's breathing became rapid, and he felt that his sanity was gradually collapsing. The humiliation and hatred of his previous life surged into his heart like a tide, drowning him. Yes, he longed for power, longed for revenge, and longed to trample those betrayers under his feet and make them pay the price!

"Come on, Rocot, accept me, become a part of me, and we will rule the world together!" The voice became more and more bewitching, as if it carried some kind of magic that made Rocot unable to resist.

Rocot's body trembled even more violently. He wanted to say no, but he couldn't make any sound. Deep in his heart, a dark force was awakening, madly attacking his last line of defense.

"No! I can't..." Roccod struggled to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth, but he seemed so powerless.

"What are you afraid of, Rocot?" The voice seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a hint of sarcasm, "You have nothing, don't you? What else do you have to lose?"

Roccod's body froze. Yes, he had nothing left. He had lost his empire, his army, his lover, everything he had... He was now just a poor wretch with nothing, an abandoned experimental subject.

"Come on, Rocot, join me, we will create a new world, a world that belongs only to us!" The voice became more and more excited, as if it had seen the dawn of victory.

A trace of struggle flashed in Roccod's eyes, and he slowly raised his hand, as if to touch the mirror. At this moment, the door of the laboratory was suddenly kicked open, and a crisp voice rang out: "Stop! Roccod!"

Rocot turned his head sharply and saw a girl in a white research coat standing at the door, her face full of anxiety and worry.

"Evelyn..." Roccod's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of panic that he himself was not aware of.

Evelyn was his assistant and the only person in the world who cared about him. When he saw Evelyn appear, the crazy desire in Roccod's heart miraculously subsided a little.

"Lockold, what are you doing? Do you know what you are doing?" Evelyn walked quickly to him and grabbed his hand, her eyes full of worry and pain. "Don't listen to that voice, it is evil and it will destroy you!"

Looking at Evelyn's anxious eyes, Roccod suddenly felt warm in his heart. He wanted to hold Evelyn's hand, but found that his hand was shaking uncontrollably.

"Evelyn...I..." Roccod opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Rocket, look at me!" Evelyn held his face and forced him to look at her. "You are not a monster, you are Rocket, you are my friend, I believe you!"

Evelyn's eyes were so clear and firm, like a spring of fresh water pouring into Rocot's dry heart. He looked at Evelyn, the girl who had always been by his side, giving him warmth and hope. The crazy desire in his heart gradually faded, replaced by a peace he had never experienced before.

However, at this moment, the monster in the mirror suddenly roared angrily: "No! You can't stop us! No one can stop us!"

The mirror suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and Roccod felt a black screen before his eyes, and then he lost consciousness. When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a soft bed, and Evelyn was sitting beside the bed, looking at him anxiously.

"You're awake, Rocot, you're finally awake!" Seeing Rocot waking up, Evelyn showed a relieved smile on her face.

"What's wrong with me?" Roccod struggled to sit up, but felt weak all over.

"You're fine, just too tired." Evelyn supported him and let him lean on her. "You've been unconscious for three days and three nights."

"Three days and three nights..." Roccod muttered to himself, but his mind was blank. He didn't remember what happened during these three days and three nights, nor did he remember how he got back here.

"Lockold, do you remember what happened before?" Evelyn's voice trembled a little, as if she was afraid of something.

"What happened before?" Roccod tried hard to recall, but found that he could only remember some fragmented images, like a movie that had been edited by someone, fragmented and illogical.

"Locked, you..." Evelyn wanted to say something, but was suddenly grabbed by Locked. He held Evelyn's hand tightly, his eyes full of fear and anxiety.

"Evelyn, tell me, where is the mirror? Where did that mirror go?"