Rocot: Reborn

The acquisition of the nuclear weapons launch codes brought a barely perceptible sense of pride to Roccod's lips, but he was well aware of the cruelty of the game of power and knew that new power also meant increased risks.

He turned to his trusted aides and whispered, "Go back immediately and have those spies get ready. I want news from every corner, no matter if it's the slightest disturbance or a turbulent tide."

With a slight wave of his arm, an intelligence network covering the entire world slowly unfolded, just like the chess pieces on the chessboard, which he skillfully manipulated to maintain the fragile balance between countries.

Rocot clenched his fists, and a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes: "With that device, I can sweep away all obstacles in the chess game of the world."

Although his voice was low, it was like thunder in the night, full of determination and strength. "But how can he know the exact location?" His right-hand man asked doubtfully.

Rocot raised a sly smile and replied, "Information always has a price, and I am willing to pay any price."

Exuding a sinister aura, he lightly tapped a black chess piece in his hand, as if ordering a secret operation that no one knew about: "Arrange a meeting for me. It's time to hold the secret of the research institute in our hands." He slid his fingertips lightly on the touch screen in front of him, and maps and data flowed on the light screen.

At that moment, his cold eyes reflected in the flashing data stream, and a cruel smile appeared on Roccod's lips. He was full of confidence in this game: "Yes, let everything become a stepping stone for my revenge."

Rocot is not content to be a bystander to technology and the supernatural, he wants to be the master of world order. However, the price of his power is complete isolation. The people around him are only loyal to him on the surface, they are actually just using him, just as he uses them.

After gaining access to forbidden technology, Rocot learns disturbing information: one of his closest allies plans to betray him.

Rocot discovers that his ally's betrayal was carefully planned. It turns out that his ally had been looking for an opportunity to overthrow Rocot and join forces with his enemies. This betrayal makes Rocot extremely angry and isolated. The people he once trusted actually betrayed him, which made him lose hope in humanity.

In order to defeat his allies, Rocot decided to use supernatural powers. He gathered a group of loyal warriors who were willing to follow him in a daring action. Rocot and his team planned a carefully planned raid with the goal of capturing the allies' key base.

The battle was extremely fierce, and both sides paid a heavy price. Roccod's team finally won and captured the ally. Roccod personally interrogated the ally and learned from him that the betrayal was to curb Roccod's extreme behavior and prevent him from gaining more supernatural powers.

Furious at the betrayal, Rocot decided to use every resource at his disposal to destroy his allies. He struck a deal with the forces of darkness, gaining even greater powers. He used these new abilities to wreak devastating damage on his allies, ultimately destroying them once and for all.

After wiping out his allies, Rocot became the unrivaled ruler of the region. He established a vast dark empire, ruling over both the human and supernatural worlds. His cruel rule and powerful strength frightened people, and he was called the "King of the Night".

Roccod stood in the darkness, his figure as ethereal and mysterious as a ghost. On the screen in front of him, countless data and images were flowing. Every line and every node were the nerves of his dark empire. He slid his finger across the screen and clicked on a few flashing spots, which were the last hiding places of his enemies.

"Lord Rocot, everything is ready." A deep voice came from the shadows, interrupting Rocot's thoughts.

"Very good," Rocot turned around and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Activate the Shadow Commando. I want to see the heads of those traitors laid out in front of me before tonight."

"Yes, sir." The man flashed and disappeared into the darkness.

The rainy night came, and the heavy rain poured down on the land like a waterfall, blurring the whole city into a hazy state. On such a night, ordinary people just wanted to hide under the warm eaves, but they didn't know that in this turbid undercurrent, the fangs of Rocot, the king of the night, had been sharpened to an extremely sharp level.

Thunder roared suddenly, like the wrath of heaven, and the shadow commandos hidden in the rain moved swiftly, their eyes cold, like messengers of death. They shuttled between tall buildings, their footsteps drowned out by the thunderstorm, and approached the target silently.

"The target has been locked. Prepare to attack." The captain reported in a low voice through the headset.

A dark light appeared on Rocot's face. At this moment, he seemed like a hunter in the dark night, cruel and charming.

"Follow the plan and show no mercy." His order was like a death ultimatum, decisive and resolute.

A cold light flashed in the team members' eyes. They were like cursed warriors, loyal only to Rocot, the Lord of Darkness. They fought for him and fought bloody battles to take back everything.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt split the sky, and elemental power exploded in the center of the city, as if the heaven and earth were angry, showing the power of this new century magic. Roccod narrowed his eyes, and the thunderbolt reflected his deep face.

"It has begun..." He whispered to himself. This was not only a battle to eliminate the betrayers, but also a symbol of regaining dignity and control.

Roccod knew that although the battle was cruel, it was a necessary step on his road to rebirth. The future world was cruel, and he would become the brightest star in this cruel world.

Just as Roccod was about to issue the final order, an unknown message suddenly came, breaking the silence of the night. A mysterious symbol suddenly appeared on the screen, flashing abruptly, as if it was some secret that was eager to be conveyed.

Roccod raised his eyebrows. Unexpected things are always so exciting. He stared at the mysterious symbol, knowing that the next moment might overturn everything.

However, there was no hesitation or fear in his eyes, but instead they were filled with anticipation and excitement. He chose to dial the secret channel represented by the symbol, waiting for the voice hidden in the darkness to reveal its secrets.

Amid the noise of the secret channel, a voice suddenly became clear. It was cold and mechanical, but also carried a hint of unquestionable majesty: "Lockold, you have touched a secret that does not belong to you."

Rokod's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He sneered into the communicator and said, "Do you think you can stop me? That energy source is mine."

"Don't be too confident," the voice in the microphone echoed, as if coming from the depths of an endless black hole, "If you persist, not only you, but also your empire will be destroyed."

Rokod raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had expected this: "Threatening me? Do you know that I, Rokod, came from the future and control the memories and knowledge of my past lives?"

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table and sighed, "All this deterrence you mentioned is simply because you are afraid that I will uncover the secret of the energy source."

There was silence on the other end of the communicator for a moment. Finally, the mysterious man stated his conditions: "If you are willing to give up the pursuit, we can provide you with other... um, resources."

This temptation echoed in Roccod's ears, but he remained unmoved and responded coldly: "Nothing you offer is as tempting as a source of energy."

"Do you really understand what you are pursuing?" The voice began to become a little angry, "That is the source of ancient power. Anyone who touches it will pay a price."

Rocot stood up, looked at the dark night sky, and confidently retorted: "The price? I am not afraid, because only I can control it."

"Foolish," the voice contained a terrible sneer, "Well, since you are determined to do this, we will meet again soon. I hope you can still maintain your current arrogance by then."

The signal on the communicator disappeared, leaving Rocot alone in the command room, his heart agitated. He clenched his fists involuntarily, looking at the area on the screen covered by the encrypted information. He knew that the power was waiting for him to dig it out, to reveal its true face, and to realize his dream of rebuilding the empire.

However, what echoed in Rocot's mind was not only the desire for power, but also the deep fear of the future technological masters. They were mysterious and had an inextricable relationship with energy sources. Perhaps, facing them, even he, Rocot, had to act cautiously.

After the war, Rocot's troops lost nearly half of their men. Although they won the war, the price was very heavy, which made Rocot extremely angry, and a lot of anger accumulated in his heart.

"Why, why did he choose to come back this way?!" Rocot asked through gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes filled with cold fire. "Why did he have to return to this world and suffer this torture!"

Rocot's men were trembling with fear and dared not say a word. They knew that the King of Darkness was in a state of extreme anger.

"I should have been high and mighty, having everything, but now I have to face these betrayals and losses!" Rocot waved his arms, and an angry atmosphere spread in the command room.

A loyal senior general tried to calm Rocot: "Sire, please calm down. Although we have suffered losses, the enemy has also suffered a huge blow. Your plan, in the long run, is still going in order."

With the general's reminder, Rocot gradually regained his composure. He sat down slowly, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his frenzied mind.

"You're right." Rocot finally spoke, with a hint of fatigue and self-suggestion in his voice.

"We have lost nearly half of our men, and our enemies have also lost tens of thousands of men. Rocot's influence in this area will be greatly reduced." Another officer reported the actual situation.

Rocot opened his eyes, a sly look flashing in his eyes. "But this is exactly what I want." He chuckled.

"Huh?" The officers looked at each other, not understanding what Rocot meant.

Rocot stood up, walked to the map, and gently ran his finger over the post-war territory. A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The war brought huge losses, but it also brought great opportunities to Roccod," Roccod explained, his voice full of excitement. "Now, he can use the post-war chaos to launch a magnificent ruling revolution."

The officers began to realize Rocot's plan; their monarch always moved ahead of their imaginations.

"Lockold will play the role of a savior." Lockold elaborated on his plan, "He will bring a new order to this territory, and those people who have been devastated by the war will see this as the dawn of liberation."

"In this chaos and collapse, he wants everyone to see that only he, Rocot, can bring them peace and order." He became more and more excited as he spoke, and the generals began to believe in this seemingly impossible plan.

When the plan was finalized, Rocot slowly stood up, his eyes shining with a sharp light, as if he had re-polished the first star on his crown of darkness. His heavy boots echoed in the strategy room, and every step seemed extremely decisive, as if it could transcend time.

His fingers slid across the air, as if invisibly weaving countless clues to the future. His gaze gradually focused, passionately and resolutely, as if he was staring at a world that belonged only to him. Everyone stared at him intently, watching this man transform into a fearless leader again. A sense of awe and expectation inexplicably rose in their hearts, knowing that he was about to bring about an unparalleled change.

Yes, the arrogance of the former King of Darkness flashed in Locot's eyes again. At that moment, he once again became the master who predicted the future and made the rules of the game.

Rocot's eyes were fixed on the front, and he had already begun to plan the blueprint of "Revolution of Domination" in his heart. He quietly sent secret letters and established secret contacts with the survivors whose homes were destroyed and whose lives were overturned in the war; their despair and suffering paved the way for his plan. "Listen, I know you have suffered a lot." He wrote in the secret letter, "but I promise you that I will bring change." The voice seemed to jump out from between the lines, conveying strength and hope. Those survivors, as if they had grasped the last straw in despair, stretched out their hands of hope to Rocot.

At the same time, inspiration to create miracles flashed through his mind. With his deep understanding of science and accumulated knowledge, Rocot developed a revolutionary device. It can filter toxic elements in the air and even revive the fertile land destroyed by war. "Once this is completed, it will be the key to recovery!" He whispered to himself with confidence. "The people will rekindle the fire of hope in the midst of sorrow."

In addition, he privately gathered his confidants and formed a capable team. "We must ensure that no other forces will rise in the chaos." He said to them in a low voice, "Go, like hunting shadows in the night, do your best to eliminate the mob that wants to take advantage of the situation." Rocot's voice was like a whisper in the night wind, deep and firm.

With the implementation of each step of the plan, Roccod weaved a new structure bit by bit on the chaotic fragments, and his figure began to step into everyone's sight from behind the scenes.

"Now is the time, the final unveiling," Rocot said softly, sensing the role he would play in this new order.

"I'm about to become their guide, their savior!" He smiled at himself in the mirror, and the domineering look in his eyes broke the silence of the night.

Everyone listened to his words, and seeing this man's strategy, courage, and strategy, they were once again attracted by his foresight, and a new belief sprouted in their hearts, that is, the determination and yearning for the future. The rise of Locot was no longer a legend, but a reality that was about to unfold before their eyes.

The three names on the note in Rocot's hand were highlighted with heavy black circles, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He whispered to his trusted men, "Get ready. These three people are obstacles in our chess game."

The trusted men gripped the hilts of their swords tightly and responded with firm eyes: "As you command, sir. We will remove all obstacles." A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of Locot's mouth. He was already planning in his mind how to eliminate these potential threats one by one in the next action. His plan must be protected, even if the price is the baptism of blood and fire.

Rocot carefully flipped through the map in his hand that was densely covered with the target's activity tracks. Every mark was a decision he had made after careful consideration. When night fell, he sent out his most trusted shadow warriors. These elites dressed in black disappeared silently in the night, as quiet as ghosts. They used darkness as a cover and cleverly bypassed the traps and guards around the shelter, showing extraordinary stealth ability. Then, they used exquisite lock-picking skills to easily open the heavy door of the shelter, as if they were entering an unmanned area.

During the operation, they made no sound and left no trace, as if the entire operation was just a ghost game. They found their targets accurately, and the people who were regarded as obstacles were taken away silently in their sleep, disappearing into the dark night, just like the dew on the ground naturally dissipating under the morning sun. Afterwards, the shadow warriors quietly withdrew from the shelter as they came, restored all the doors and windows to their original state, and ensured that everything would be normal the next day without any abnormalities.

Rocot was in the darkness far away, quietly observing the progress of the entire operation through the window. When he learned that the operation was successful and all the targets were eliminated silently, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The success of these operations not only completely removed the obstacles in front of him, but also consolidated his power in the chaotic situation. Without attracting anyone's attention, the disappearance of these obstacles allowed Rocot's influence to spread rapidly among the survivors. People began to sing his name secretly. His story aroused ripples of power and won him more faith and loyalty. Rocot was more confident in the future of the Dark Night Empire. He knew that his plan was gradually becoming a reality.