Rocot: Reborn

Deafening applause surged like a tide, and Williams enjoyed the baptism of cheers, as if he had really brought a new era to mankind. However, in the corner of the crowd, Locot just gently shook the champagne in his hand with a playful smile on his face, as if he was watching a group of monkeys being fooled around.

"Change the world? How ridiculous." Roccod whispered to himself, his tone full of disdain. He knew that the so-called "inexhaustible" energy that Williams mentioned was actually an extremely dangerous technology, a technology that would bring destruction rather than prosperity. And he was the creator of this technology in his previous life.

He clearly remembered how terrible the disaster was when this technology was first tested. The entire city was reduced to ashes in an instant, and millions of lives were wailing in the flames. Even Rocot, who had experienced life and death, couldn't help but feel terrified by that scene.

"Williams, you'd better pray that you can control it, otherwise..." Roccod narrowed his eyes, his gaze as cold as a venomous snake, "I will personally bury you and your empire in those ruins."

At this moment, an enchanting figure twisted her waist, holding a glass of red wine, and walked slowly to Rocot.

"Why, my Lord of the Dark Night, you look like you're in a bad mood?" The woman said in a sweet voice, emphasizing the words "Lord of the Dark Night" deliberately.

She is the leader of the "Phantom" organization, Isabella, a woman who is both beautiful and dangerous. She has long red hair that is as flamboyant as flames, a pair of enchanting green eyes, and a tight black dress that perfectly outlines her perfect body curves.

Rocot turned his head, with a playful smile on his face. "Why, are you concerned about me? My Isabella?"

Isabella smiled softly and leaned towards Rocot intentionally or unintentionally. "Of course, you are my most important partner, aren't you?"

"Partners?" Roccod snorted. "I don't remember any cooperation between us."

"Oh, don't be so heartless." Isabella's fingers gently stroked Roccod's chest, "You should know that I have always been interested in you, whether it is your past, your present, or..."

She paused for a moment, leaned close to Roccod's ear, and whispered, "Your future."

Roccod's eyes turned cold, and he calmly grabbed Isabella's hand. "You seem to know too much."

Isabella did not resist, but smiled charmingly, "Don't be nervous, I just want to make a deal with you, a deal you absolutely can't refuse."

"Oh?" Roccod raised his eyebrows. "I really want to know what kind of deal makes you so confident."

"I know what you're thinking, Rocot." Isabella's voice suddenly became low. "You want revenge, you want to take back everything you lost, you want to be the king of this world!"

Rocot's pupils shrank slightly, and the fingers holding the wine glass unconsciously tightened a little.

"I can help you. I can give you everything you want." Isabella continued, "But in exchange, you need to do me a small favor."

"What can I do for you?"

"Help me kill someone." Isabella's voice was like a whisper from hell, "Someone you also want to kill."

On the stage, Williams was still delivering an impassioned speech, completely unaware that a storm was quietly approaching...

Isabella's words were like a stone thrown into Roccod's heart, stirring up a thousand waves. A flash of coldness flashed across his eyes, but he soon returned to his cynical smile.

"Killing a person? This is not like you, Isabella. Don't you always like to do things by yourself? Why, do you want a helper this time?" Rocot picked up the wine glass and shook it gently. The scarlet liquid swirled in the glass like blood.

"Of course I like to do it myself," Isabella chuckled, leaning forward slightly, her full chest almost touching Rocot's arm, "but this time the goal is a little special, I need your help, my Lord of the Dark Night."

Rocot put down his wine glass and looked directly into Isabella's charming green eyes. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Tell me, who is it? To make you spend so much effort and even sell your body to make a deal with me, I think this person must be very important to you, right?"

Isabella's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible fierceness. She leaned close to Roccod's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The person I want you to kill is... Vivian."

Rocot's fingers gripping the wine glass suddenly tightened, and the glass groaned as it could not bear the weight. The scarlet wine slowly flowed down the wall of the glass, dripping onto the precious carpet, staining it into a bunch of enchanting flowers.

Vivian, this name was like a bolt of lightning, instantly tearing apart the calmness that Roccod pretended to have. A beautiful and refined face emerged in his mind. She was his former lover, and also the biggest betrayer in his life.

"Why, are you heartbroken?" Isabella noticed Roccod's strangeness, and a hint of pride flashed in her eyes. She stretched out her index finger with bright red nail polish and gently stroked Roccod's face. "Are you surprised? Do you want to kill her with your own hands and avenge your love?"

Rocot grabbed Isabella's hand, his eyes as cold as a venomous snake, "You'd better not play tricks on me, Isabella. You know, I hate being used the most."

Isabella did not resist, but smiled charmingly, "How could I play tricks on you? My Lord of the Dark Night, we have a common enemy, don't we?"

Rocot remained silent, a fierce struggle was going on in his heart. The flame of revenge was burning in his chest, but he knew that Isabella was not a good person, and he would be doomed if he was not careful.

"What do you need me to do?" Rocot's voice was low and hoarse, like a demon from hell.

Isabella's eyes flashed with cunning, and she leaned close to Rocot's ear and whispered her plan. On the stage, Williams was still talking about his "grand blueprint", completely unaware that a conspiracy against him was quietly brewing...

After the banquet, Rocot came to the garden of the villa alone. The night breeze was blowing with a hint of early spring chill. He lit a cigarette, and the scarlet flames reflected his angular face, making him look particularly gloomy.

"Are you really going to cooperate with Isabella?"

A cold voice sounded behind Roccod, and he knew who it was without turning around.

"Why, are you worried about me?" Rocot asked calmly without turning around.

"I'm just reminding you not to be blinded by hatred." The person walked up to Locot. Under the moonlight, her exquisite face looked particularly charming.

"You have no right to say that to me, Arya." Rocot turned his head and stared at the woman in front of him with cold eyes. "Don't forget, you are here for revenge, too."