Rocot: Reborn

However, this power was too strong for Rocot to fully control. Just as he was about to be swallowed by the darkness, a woman's voice sounded in his ears.

"I can help you, Master."

It was a weak and humble voice, full of desire and surrender.

Locot looked in the direction of the voice and saw a thin figure curled up in the corner. It was a girl, dressed in rags and covered in scars. Only her eyes were flashing with a strange light.

"Who are you?" Rocot asked.

"I... I don't have a name," the girl said tremblingly, "Master, I can help you control this power. I can be your weapon and your slave, as long as you... you can give me a chance to live..."

Looking at the poor girl in front of him, Roccod felt a trace of pity in his heart. He agreed to her request and gave her the name - Arya.

With the help of Arya, Rocot successfully mastered the power of the Dark Crystal. His strength increased by leaps and bounds, and he eventually reached the pinnacle of the Shadow Throne.

However, Rocot did not know that what he had planted with his own hands was the seed of revenge.

"You...you retain the memory of the real world?" Roccod's voice was a little dry. He couldn't believe that Arya actually retained the memory of the real world. How was this possible?

"Haha, do you think Noah's 'formatting' will really work on me?" Arya showed a contemptuous smile on her face, "I have long seen through his plan and used the loophole of 'Garden of Eden' to divide and hide my consciousness. What you saw was just my forged memory."

Lokode only felt a chill on his back. He had always thought that he was the only player in this game, but he didn't expect that he was just a controlled chess piece.

"What do you want?" Rocot forced himself to calm down. He knew that now was not the time to panic. He had to find out Arya's purpose.

"I want you to," Arya said, stepping forward and approaching Rocot, her eyes flashing dangerously, "I want you to see with your own eyes that everything you have created will be destroyed by my own hands!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Arya's body turned into a ball of black mist and swept towards Rocot. Rocot's heart was alarmed and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but he found that his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force and could not move.

The black mist instantly swallowed up Roccod. He only felt a sharp pain and his consciousness gradually blurred...

The black fog was like a greedy tentacle, tearing at Roccod's consciousness frantically, dragging him into a chaotic abyss. The severe pain came in waves, almost drowning him. He wanted to struggle, wanted to roar, but he couldn't make any sound, and could only let the darkness swallow him.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the past, back to that rainy night that left a deep impression on him.

"Rocot, you are such a cold-blooded monster!"

The woman's voice was sharp and piercing, like a scream in his ear.

He saw in the rain that the woman who had once been gentle and affectionate to him now had tears on her face and her eyes were full of hatred and despair.

"For power and ambition, you are willing to sacrifice even your own children! You are not worthy of being a human being!"

The woman's voice became increasingly distant, and finally disappeared in the storm.

Rocot suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.

This was an empty room, with snow-white walls, no windows, and only a tightly closed metal door. The room was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant, which made him feel nauseous.

He struggled to get up from the cold ground, but found that his body was extremely weak, as if all his strength had been drained away. He looked down at his hands, which were white and slender, not as strong and powerful as he remembered.

"What the hell is going on?"

Rocot's mind was filled with doubts and uneasiness.

Just then, the metal door slowly opened and a woman in a white coat walked in.

The woman had fiery red curly hair, a tall figure, delicate features, and a playful smile on her lips. She looked like a cunning fox.

"Hey, our experimental subject finally woke up?" The woman walked up to Roccod and looked him up and down, with a strange light flashing in her eyes. "How do you feel? Are you surprised and surprised?"

Roccod looked at the woman in front of him warily and asked coldly, "Who are you? Where is this place?"

"Haha, don't worry, we have plenty of time to talk slowly." The woman chuckled, walked to the table beside her, and picked up an injection, "But before that, I need to give you an injection first."

"What is this?" Rocot looked at the injection filled with unknown liquid and felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"Don't worry, it's just some nutrients." The woman said nonchalantly, "After all, you are our most important experimental subject. We can't let you die like this."

Having said that, the woman inserted the needle into Rocot's vein without hesitation.

A stream of cold liquid quickly flowed through his body. Roccod felt dizzy and everything in front of him became blurred.

"What...what did you do to me?" Rocot's voice was weak and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

"Haha, it's nothing. I just want you to be obedient." The woman's laughter echoed in her ears like a death curse.

"From today on, you are my work, my doll."

……

When Roccod woke up again, he found himself tied to a cold operating table. The glaring light made him feel dizzy.

He tried to struggle, but found that his limbs were firmly fixed and he could not move at all.

"woke up?"

A cold voice sounded in his ears. Roccod turned around and saw a man in a black robe standing beside him. He had a silver mask on his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Who are you?" Rocot asked through gritted teeth.

"Haha, you don't need to know who I am." The man sneered, "You just need to know that from now on, your life belongs to me."

"What do you want to do?" Roccod felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

The man did not answer his question, but slowly raised the scalpel in his hand, the blade flashing a cold light under the light.

"Don't worry, I'll let you enjoy this process." The man raised a cruel smile and the scalpel fell suddenly...