Rocot: Reborn

The darkness gradually dissipated, and Roccod's vision gradually became clear. He could feel that this space was full of flowing energy, which was somewhat similar to the shadow power in his previous life. The light was flowing all around, as if he was in a lake of light. He stood up and looked at this space, and all kinds of questions arose in his mind.

Rocot looked at Watus and asked, "What is this place? Why are you here?"

Watus frowned tightly, and he seemed to be shocked beyond words by the scenery around him. After a long while, he slowly responded: "I, I just followed you through the time gate, and I don't know why I came here... This whole place... is more like a transit station connecting different timelines..."

Roccod sighed, feeling a shadow hanging over his heart. "Time travel technology really exists. But which madman created such technology..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, ripples began to appear in the light in the distance, as if something was seeping out of those ripples. Watus hurriedly grabbed Rocot, with a look of fear on his face.

"Look! What is that? In those ripples..."

Roccod looked at it intently, and the originally flowing light ripples began to shake violently, gradually condensing into a human shape. He could feel the energy seeping out of the ripples, and he realized that those were definitely not time travelers.

"The Lord of Shadows...or rather, Rocot." A voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

In the ancient time and space, Watus's voice echoed, "Lord of Shadow... or rather, Rocot." The voice was cold and playful, with a hint of subtle sarcasm.

Rocot turned around and saw a figure walking out of the ripples in front of him. It was a traveler wearing very old-fashioned clothes. He was holding a strange ball of light, and his eyes were flashing with a light that did not belong to this era.

"Humph, I, Rocot, am unrivaled in the world. Who dares to pretend to be me?" Rocot's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his fierce aura made Watus feel a chill on the side.

The traveler smiled slightly, and that smile concealed endless wisdom and depth. "I have heard about your brilliant life, but the funny thing is that you don't know that this journey has been predetermined."

Watus suddenly realized that the person standing before them might be the guardian of an even more ancient relic, or the creator of this strange space.

"Constant? How can I solve it with a constant?" A feeling of uneasiness and curiosity surged in Roccod's heart.

The traveler gently threw the ball of light, which spun in the air, casting colorful shadows. He said slowly, "The secret of your rebirth, the future of the Dark Night Empire, and the opening and closing of the gate of time and space are all part of fate, and you, Rocot, are only beginning to understand the whole game."

"What is a chess game? I am the master of this game!" Rocot was always conceited, and he was unwilling to listen to the words of the mysterious traveler.

The traveler shook his head. "What you are about to face is far more complicated than you imagined. On the road of traveling through time and space, conspiracy and betrayal are just the prologue. Your opponent will be someone you can't imagine."

A powerful force began to brew within the ball of light. It seemed to connect different time and space, and each ray of light represented a possible destiny.

Rocot involuntarily took a step forward, with a desire for an unknown road and a firm determination to regain everything. However, just as he was about to touch the ball of light, the traveler's figure suddenly dissipated in the ripples.

"No, this is not the place you want to go." The traveler's voice was vague and distant.

Suddenly, the entire space shook violently, and before Watus could even utter his warning, a huge crack exploded in the sky. The dark vortex swept everything, with the fragments of time tumbling in it.

Rocot narrowed his eyes. He saw a powerful dark force surging out from the depths of the crack. The force was familiar yet strange, as if it came from the shadow buried deep in his own heart.

"This...this is impossible!" Rocot screamed, but no one could hear him, because the whole world seemed to stop at that moment, and time became the biggest mystery.

At this moment, when light and shadow, past and future are intertwined, Roccod realizes that he is stepping into a broader stage - an epic about power, betrayal and the fight for the future. The true purpose of this journey has just emerged.

He stood in the crack that broke time and space, and the world around him seemed to be paused. The flow of time stopped, and everything was still at this moment, except for his senses that were still functioning.

"Who are you?" Rocot asked sharply. Only his voice could penetrate this solidified world.

An echo came from the darkness, a voice full of majesty and antiquity, "King of the Dark Night, I am the Reader of Time, Roland."

Roland, this name is just a symbol in this era, but in the memory of the future, he is a mythical existence. For Rocot, the name of Roland means unparalleled strategy and decision-making, and he is a prophet of the future world.

A crystal throne appeared in the crack, surrounded by runes never seen before. Sitting on the throne was a king, his figure seemed ethereal, but he exuded an indomitable aura.

Roland glanced sideways, his eyes were as vast and profound as the stars, "Lokold, you are the chosen one, and your destiny will be rewritten by you."

Rokod sneered, "You chose me, isn't it just because of my fate?"

Luo Lan smiled and said, "Because your desire for power is strong and dangerous enough."

Rocot stopped asking questions, his alertness in his heart reached its peak. In the future world, he had heard countless discussions about Roland. It was said that he was a prophet of the times, who had set up a huge chess game. No one had ever seen his true face, and no one except himself knew his true purpose.

"What should I do?" Rocot asked bluntly.

"Be yourself and reshape the future. Behind this is a fruitful ending. Someone is destined to reach the top, while someone else will be eliminated." Roland paused, then continued, "Complete your revenge, dismantle the conspiracy, and guide the world line that is about to be broken back to the right path."

A memory flashed through Roccod's mind. It was a ritual of the ruler. He watched everything collapse before his eyes. After the smoke of gunpowder, all that was left was the indifference to the betrayer.

He looked at Roland and promised, "I will complete my revenge. I cannot fail."