Rocot: Reborn

He closed his eyes and began to tap into a deeper power. Deep in his heart, there was a power that had been hidden, waiting for his call.

"Are you really willing to bear the consequences?" the voice threatened.

"Yes." Rocot's voice sounded firm.

The voice finally fell silent.

Rocot opened his eyes, and the blue light illuminated his face, as if he was wearing a strange ghost mask.

He felt a powerful energy surge from his body, slowly eroding the chains that bound him. He knew that this power would change him, possibly destroy him, but he had made his choice.

"Well, let's get started," he murmured, slowly raising his hands toward the sky, ready for the coming storm.

When the breath of the Dark Lord descended, everything was covered with a gloomy shadow.

Rocot woke up in the darkness, his eyes flashing with the desire for revenge. In his previous life, he had planned so much for those who were loyal to him and for his own ambitions. But when those closest to him betrayed him, all his plans came to nothing. He was plotted against by a villain and died, and all his accumulation became someone else's wedding dress.

He refused to accept and was unwilling to give up. The unbearable regret made him crawl back from the brink of death. He returned to the place where it all began, carrying the memories of his past life and the deep hatred for those who betrayed him.

"One day, I will make all those who betrayed me kneel down and beg for mercy." Rocot's voice was low, like a ghost from hell.

The darkness began to tremble, as if it sensed Rocot's inner determination and anger, but the invisible spider web remained strong and refused to loosen.

Perhaps it was because he was the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom, and because of his insidiousness and cunningness, that Rocot was confident that he could find a way. Conspiracy and schemes were his rules of the game, and in this game, he intended to win thoroughly.

"Ava..." He called upon the strength within him, "I need your strength to bring down this web together."

"You should know that my power is your power," Ava responded, her tone filled with irresistible magic, "Let us begin our own dark symphony together."

A layer of light blue light appeared on the surface of Roccod's skin, faintly, like a glimmer blooming in the night. The struggle became a wandering in the undercurrent, and every heartbeat was transmitting his will to every inch of muscle and every drop of blood.

Rocot spoke slowly, each word full of strength and conviction: "No matter the wind or the rain, no matter the end of the world, I, Rocot, will return to my throne and rule over everything."

Waves of chills overflowed from behind, and Roccod's body was wrapped in a layer of cold blue light. The invisible shackles seemed to begin to loosen.

"Are you really going to free me?" A cold voice sounded in his ears, like an ice blade in the night wind, "This will allow you to open the gates of hell and release unimaginable evil."

Rocot was not afraid. He whispered, "I've seen worse. I'll do anything to break this situation."

His heart has long been filled with darkness, and all the fear, pain and betrayal of the past have turned into the flames of revenge. Now, he is only interested in the final victory.

"But you don't deserve it." The voice was cold and heartless.

"But do you understand that releasing that evil being could lead to destruction far worse than this?" The voice said with a biting mockery, "Don't you want to personally bring hell to those who betrayed you? Are you giving up so soon?"

Rocot gritted his teeth, knowing that if he gave up now, all his plans would be in vain.

The invisible spider web began to break bit by bit, pain and darkness surged in his body, and he felt as if he was being cut by countless sharp blades.

"Ah!" A low roar of pain erupted from his chest, and Roccod curled up into a ball, as if trying to find a little comfort in the pain. But he was not willing to be knocked down like this.

"Ava, help me!" He called for help from the ancient soul in his body.

"You seek my help, Rocot, but remember, my power is your power." Ava's voice was filled with unquestionable intensity. "Let us compose this dark symphony together."

The cold blue light gradually turned into a fiery red light, anger boiled in his veins, and he felt a powerful force awakening in his body.

"I will let them all see that I, Rocot, the monarch of the Shadow Realm, am not so easily defeated." He struggled to stand up, and his figure began to tremble.

"So, the game begins." He licked his cracked lips and grinned at the coming storm.

In his eyes, the throne and glory of the past were replayed like a slide show, and he once again stood at the center of the world.

He stretched out his hand and drew complex runes in the air. Those were the memories of his past life and forbidden knowledge.

"This time, I won't have any ties." He murmured to himself, as if those betrayals and losses were just insignificant episodes in the long journey of life.

On this road to rebirth, Rocot is determined to play this dark game to the end, even if the price is the peace and light of the whole world.

Because he, the Lord of Shadows, never came for peace.

As the night fell, the stars sank into the dark sea. Everything disappeared in silence, and only Ava's voice echoed in her ears.

"Free me. You must know that this will open the gates of hell for you. You will release unimaginable beings. Even I cannot foresee what may happen."

Roccod stared at the cold lake, where the distorted memories of betrayal and pain from his past life were reflected, like an old movie playing incomplete pictures.

"I will free you, Ava. I will do anything to win."

He whispered, tiny ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, and the pain he had experienced swept away like a storm.

"Ah!" Rocot fell to his knees, pain echoing in his chest, as if an invisible hand was clutching his heart tightly.

A faint blue light enveloped the surface of his skin. It was an indescribable power that seemed to be reshaping every atom in his body.

"Are you really going to free me?" A cold voice sounded in his ear, "This will allow you to open the gates of hell and release unimaginable evil."

Rocot took a deep breath, sealed away those dark memories, and stared coldly at the center of the storm.

"But do you understand that releasing that evil being could lead to destruction far worse than this?" The voice was almost sarcastic, "Don't you want to personally bring hell to those who betrayed you? Are you giving up so quickly?"

Roccod gritted his teeth. He knew that if he gave up now, all his efforts would be in vain. The hell he had seen before was far more cruel than this.

"Ava, help me." Rocot asked for help from the ancient soul in his body.

"You seek my help, Rocot, but remember, my power is your power." Ava's voice was filled with unquestionable intensity. "Let us compose this dark symphony together."

The faint blue light gradually turned into a fiery red light, anger boiled in his veins, and he felt a powerful energy that he had never felt before surging in his body.

"I will let them all see that I, Rocot, the monarch of the Shadow Realm, am not so easily defeated." He struggled to stand up, and his figure began to distort due to indescribable pain.

"So, the game begins." He grinned, licking his cracked lips at the coming storm.

In his eyes, the throne and glory of the past were replayed like a slide show, and he once again stood at the center of the world.

He stretched out his hand, which was glowing red, and drew complex runes in the air. The forbidden knowledge he had discovered in the darkness in his previous life was now flashing with dangerous light.

"This time, I won't have any ties." He murmured to himself, as if those betrayals and losses were just insignificant episodes in the long journey of life.

Roccod's sight wandered in the dark corridor, the cold walls seemed to tell of endless bitterness. In the darkness, he was like a beast waiting for an opportunity, no, to be more precise, he was a chess player who had planned for a long time, waiting for the bell to start the game.

He walked to a carved door, his fingers gently slid over the ancient patterns, a wicked smile passed across his lips. The door slowly opened, and the faint light that came through the crack was like the light before dawn, dim but full of hope.

The room was colorful, with countless technological instruments faintly visible. This was the biggest secret of Rocot's past life - a restricted area that could connect ancient knowledge with future technology.

Rocot walked slowly into the center of the room, his silver hair gleaming coldly in the dim light. He looked around and exhaled a breath that was like a mysterious light, a demeanor that was superior to that of ordinary people.

"Let us begin, my dear old friend." Rocot looked down at a special stone slab on the ground. There was no trace of anger or sadness in his words, only firmness and calmness.

The sound of wind blew rapidly in the closed room, and the ancient runes carved on the stone slabs seemed to be awakened, slowly emitting a faint blue light. Roccod stretched out his hands, and his fingers touched the runes one by one like a performer dancing on the keys of a piano.

With each contact, the blue light became more and more dazzling, and finally the red light gradually became stronger, like gushing magma flowing in the room. He could feel that the power in his body was surging like a tide, a dark tide that was enough to destroy a mountain.

"I, Rocot, the true master of the Shadow Realm, break free from my shackles today and bring disaster to the scum who betrayed me!" Rocot raised his head and roared, his voice echoing in the empty room.

He looked down at his body, deep red light dancing in his flesh and blood, and he felt an unprecedented power. This power gave him courage and confidence, and even made him daydream, as if he was standing on the magnificent throne again.

"It's time to go and take back everything, my kingdom!" He murmured, turning around and preparing to take this step. Suddenly, there was a slight creaking sound in his ears, as if something was approaching.