Rocot: Reborn

"The one you love most is also your greatest enemy..." Arya's words echoed in Rocot's mind like a curse. His eyes slowly moved from Arya's bottomless black eyes to her slender pale fingertips. At this moment, those fingertips were deeply embedded in Isabella's white neck, as if they could easily crush her throat in the next second.

Rocot had never seen Arya look so horrible. In the past, she was always like a docile kitten, snuggling beside him, looking at him with eyes full of love, serving him tea and water, washing clothes and cooking for him. Even if he was in a bad mood occasionally and spoke coldly to her, she just endured it silently and never complained.

And now, the kitten showed its sharp claws, and its eyes were burning with flames of hatred, as if it wanted to burn everything in front of it.

"Arya, calm down and let her go first!" Rocot tried to approach Arya, but stopped under her cold gaze.

"Calm down?" Arya sneered. The sound was sharp and piercing, as if mocking Rocot's naivety. "How can you ask me to calm down? My mother was tortured to death by you just because of a word from Isabella! Have you forgotten what she looked like before she died? She was covered in blood, dying, begging you to let her go, but you didn't even blink!"

Roccod's pupils suddenly contracted, and a long-forgotten memory surged into his mind like a tide. It was a pale and distorted face, a pair of eyes full of despair and accusation, and those heart-wrenching pleas...

"No! That's not the case. Let me explain!" Rocot wanted to explain himself, but found that he had no idea where to start.

"Explain? Haha, what else is there to explain?" Arya's voice was full of sarcasm and hatred, "Do you think I don't know? You have never loved my mother. You married her just to use her family power to consolidate your position!"

Arya's words were like a sharp knife that stabbed Rocot's heart. He staggered back and fell to the cold floor, his face as pale as paper.

“How…how did you know…”

Arya slowly approached Rocot, looking down at him with a cold smile on her face.

"Because, I am her, and she is me."

Arya's voice suddenly became ethereal and strange, and her figure began to distort, as if something was about to break out of her body.

"Lockold, you owe me, you owe my mother, I will make you pay with blood!"

Before she finished speaking, Arya's body suddenly burst into dazzling light...

The blinding light instantly flooded the entire room. Roccod instinctively closed his eyes and crossed his hands to protect his face. A powerful energy wave swept over like a hurricane, throwing him hard against the wall.

"Cough cough..." Roccod coughed a few times and climbed up from the ground. He looked around in shock. The room was in a mess. The luxurious furniture and decorations were broken into pieces. The air was filled with the smell of burning and the humming sound of residual energy.

And Arya, and Isabella, were nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it!" Rocot cursed, and walked quickly to the window and looked out. The city was still brightly lit under the night sky, as if nothing had happened.

But this is just an appearance. Rocot clearly feels that a powerful force is quietly awakening in this city, and the source of this power is Arya.

"Do you think you can get away with this?" Rocot sneered, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his deep eyes. He turned and walked back to the room, grabbed a coat and put it on, then strode out.

He had to find Arya before she completely lost control.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Arya was wandering aimlessly, feeling a power surge through her body, a power she had never experienced before, but it frightened her.

"Mother..." Arya murmured to herself, and the painful look of her mother before her death kept appearing in her mind. Those fragments of memory that Rocot had deliberately forgotten were now like sharp blades, cutting her mind one by one.

"I want revenge..." Arya clenched her fists, her eyes burning with hatred. She wanted Rocot to pay for the crime he committed against her mother!

"Arya!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind her. Arya turned around suddenly and saw Rocot standing not far away with a complicated expression on his face.

"You're here." Arya looked at him coldly, without a trace of warmth in her tone.

"Arya, listen to me..."

"What else do you want to say?" Arya interrupted. "You killed my mother. What else do you want?"

"I didn't kill her!" Rocot retorted loudly, but there was a hint of guilt in his tone.

"You lied!" Arya roared, "Do you think I don't know? It was you who pushed her into the abyss for your own benefit!"

Roccod was silent, for he knew he could not deny that he had used Arya's mother to consolidate his position, and even abandoned her without hesitation after she had lost her usefulness.

"Rocot, I will make you pay with blood for what you owe me and my mother!" Arya's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the nine netherworlds.

Before she finished speaking, Arya's body burst into dazzling light again, more dazzling and violent than before. Roccod only felt a white flash before his eyes, and then he lost consciousness...

When he woke up again, he found himself trapped in a huge metal cage. It was pitch black all around, with only a faint light coming from the vents above his head.

"Where is this?" Rocot struggled to stand up, but found that his hands and feet were bound by thick iron chains and he could not move at all.

"Are you awake?" A cold voice came from the darkness. Rocot looked in the direction of the voice and saw Arya standing outside the cage with a dangerous light in her eyes.

"Arya, what do you want to do?" Rocot asked in a deep voice.

"What?" Arya sneered, "To make you pay the price, of course!"

She slowly raised her right hand, and a dazzling ball of energy condensed in her palm. The energy ball emitted a terrifying wave, as if it could blow Rokod to pieces in the next second.

"Do you think you can defeat me like this?" Rocot looked at Arya with a mocking smile on his face. "You are too naive!"

Arya didn't say anything, just looked at him coldly, the energy ball in her hand became brighter and brighter...