Rocot: Reborn

Rocot greedily breathed in the fragrance of Arya's hair, as if he wanted to absorb all the lost warmth into his lungs. He closed his eyes, feeling the softness in his arms, and all his calculations and viciousness turned into nothingness at this moment. He had never wanted time to stop like he did now, to stay at this moment forever.

"Arya, is it really you?" Rocot's voice trembled a little. He was afraid that this was just an illusion, an illusion he had woven for himself but was unable to bear.

Arya nodded gently, put her arms around Rocot's waist, buried her head in his chest, and said in a voice almost whispering, "It's me. I've been waiting here for you."

Roccod's body shook violently, and an electric current rushed from his spine to his forehead. Arya had once said this sentence, whispered in his ear when he was in high spirits and reigned in the Shadow Realm. At that time, he just thought it was a joke and laughed it off.

"You... you remember the past?" Roccod's voice was a little dry. He couldn't believe that Arya actually retained the memory of the real world. How could this be possible? Didn't Noah say that the consciousness of entering the "Garden of Eden" would be formatted?

"Of course I remember," Arya raised her head, her eyes moving, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "How could I forget you, my king?"

"King..." Rocot muttered to himself. This title was like a sharp knife that pierced his heart. He was once the king of the night, with all his power and invincibility, but in the end he was deserted by his friends and family, and died. All this was because he believed in his own strength too much and was too obsessed with the taste of power.

"What are you thinking about?" Arya stroked Rocot's cheek with her fingers, with a hint of concern in her eyes. "Are you not used to this place? It's okay. I will teach you slowly and let you adapt to life here."

Rocot grabbed Arya's hand and held it tightly in his palm, as if grasping the last straw. "Arya, tell me, is all this true? Can we really be together forever?"

"Of course it's true," Arya inserted her fingers into Rocot's and interlocked theirs. "As long as you want, we can stay in this world forever. There is no betrayal, no killing, only endless joy and happiness."

Rocot looked into Arya's eyes, which were once full of cunning and calculation, but now were as clear as water, as if they could wash away all sins. He wanted to believe Arya and believe that all this was true, but deep in his heart, a trace of uneasiness was spreading.

"But... Noah said that the consciousness of those who enter the 'Garden of Eden' will be formatted. Why do you..."

"Noah?" A cold light flashed in Arya's eyes. She let go of Rocot's hand, stood up, and said in a cold tone, "You believe what that guy said? He is just a created program, a puppet. The real 'Garden of Eden' is controlled by me!"

Rocot stood up suddenly and looked at Arya in disbelief. "What...what did you say?"

Arya turned around and faced Rocot with a strange smile on her face. Her body began to emit bursts of black mist, which spread rapidly, shrouding the entire "Garden of Eden" in darkness.

"Lockold, welcome to the real 'Garden of Eden', a hell that I built for you!"

Roccod looked at everything in front of him in horror. He realized that he had fallen into a carefully designed trap, and the person who designed this trap was actually...

...Arya.

"You..." Rocot took a step back, staring at the woman in front of him in disbelief. At this moment, a layer of strange black lines appeared on Arya's originally fair skin, moving like poisonous snakes on her body. Her eyes, which were once gentle as water, now burned with dark green flames, as if they were staring from the depths of hell.

"What? My king, it's been such a short time since we last met, and you don't recognize me?" Arya's lips curled up in a mocking arc, her voice as sharp as an ice spike scratching glass, "Who do you think I am? A lowly toy that you can play with at will?"

Roccod frowned. He had never seen Arya so horrible before. She was totally different from the woman he remembered. He tried hard to recall and find the answer from the clues in the past.

Arya, his most trusted lover, is also his most capable assistant. She is beautiful, smart, flexible, and can always give the most appropriate advice when he needs it. Roccod once thought that she was the only person in the world who could fully understand him, the only woman who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him at the pinnacle of power.

But at this moment, a fear he had never felt before surged in Roccod's heart. He realized that he had made a fatal mistake. He had never really understood this woman. What he saw was nothing but an illusion carefully woven by Arya.

"Who are you?" Rocot asked in a deep voice, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

"Who am I?" Arya laughed out loud as if she had heard something funny, her laughter full of madness and malice, "I am a monster you created yourself! Rocot, have you forgotten? It was you who pulled me out of that dark abyss, and it was you who gave me the power to become your blade, your shadow!"

Rocot's heart was shaken. Arya's words were like a flash of lightning, tearing the seal deep in his memory.

He remembered everything.

That was when he first ascended the Shadow Throne and was full of vigor and vitality. By chance, he found a black crystal in an ancient ruin. The crystal contained a powerful dark power that was enough to destroy the entire world. Rocot was attracted by this power and he was determined to take it for himself despite the warnings of the elders.