Rocot: Reborn

In the boundless deep space, a cold black castle stood tall. Against the backdrop of the dark galaxy, it looked like a black pearl that would never fall in the dark night. The owner of the castle, Rocot, the king of the Shadow Kingdom, was thinking with his eyes closed. His long black hair fluttered slightly with his breathing, and his face was pale and cold, like a sculpture.

The conspiracy in the palace is like a ghost, and a wise man like Roccod can always see through everything one step ahead of others, but tonight his heart is as restless as the tide. Roccod opened his eyes, and his pupils reflected the sinking starry sky, chaotic and deep.

He stood up and walked steadily towards the black platform - the center of the castle and the symbol of power. The guards leaned forward all the way, their eyes full of awe, but they could not hide the greed and undercurrent behind them.

"My king, do you feel the call of fate?" The leader of the guards, Sean, lowered his head and asked hoarsely.

"Sean, what kind of fate is this?" Roccod's contemptuous laughter froze the atmosphere. "Sooner or later, I will make all destinies surrender to me."

However, a bottomless sense of crisis was rising in his heart.

The wind suddenly blew against the ancient stone walls of the castle, making a low whimpering sound. It was as if an invisible giant beast was wandering around, hinting at the coming of something ominous.

Once he stepped out of the platform, the darkness would quickly engulf his figure.

Rocot stared expressionlessly at the vast darkness outside the city wall. He seemed to hear the whisper of fate. In this darkness, perhaps there was a secret that could subvert the future. His heartbeat was like a war drum, thumping. He knew he couldn't escape.

Suddenly, a purple light flashed rapidly from the distant star field, like a falling star, leaving a brilliant trace in the night sky. The light suddenly hovered at the end of the darkness, calling and luring Rocot to an unknown journey.

"That's..." Rocot's accomplice, an ancient prophet with secret skills, walked in, his tone still as sinister as ever, "The turbulence in the astral world indicates that a bloody storm is about to come."

"Perhaps, this is the real test." Roccod's eyes were sharp, and there was a rare hint of excitement in his voice.

This is a night of farewell to the past, and also the beginning of a lost king's preparation to restore his glory. The light of the shooting star gradually dims, like a door about to close, and Rocot must make a choice.

He turned around, his shadow stretched on the wall. His eyes, which were trained by political schemes, suddenly shone, just like his ambition to conquer fate, brilliant and dangerous.

Rocot rolled up his robe and took a step forward - at this critical moment, the sudden movement made everything stop abruptly.

A tense silence enveloped the deep meeting hall, and the guards' eyes moved between Rocot and the ancient prophet. Rocot's expression was calm, but it made everyone present feel a little unusual pressure.

"Prophet, tell me where the light comes from." His words were calm and powerful, yet they revealed an unquestionable command.

The prophet took a deep breath and stopped the bronze pocket watch in his hand. "The meteor is the messenger of the interstellar rift, shuttling between different dimensions. The purple turbulence is the portal to an ancient secret realm that is about to open."

Rocot's heart moved. He had seen such legends in ancient books in his previous life.

"I need more information." His cold voice echoed in the hall.

A gleam flashed in the prophet's eyes. "Only those who are chosen can enter, my king. And, as far as I know, in that secret realm, there is a power buried that can change the world."

Roccod's eyes were sharp. He knew very well that if he could master this power, he would have the opportunity to rebuild his empire and even surpass the peak of his previous life.

"Prepare the fleet, we will head to that interstellar waters." Rocot gave the order, his voice full of coldness that brooked no room for rebuttal.

However, at this moment, the shadow on the platform suddenly twisted and squirmed, and a deep voice sounded in the empty corner.

"Locod, Your Majesty, the uninvited guest has arrived." As the voice fell, a dark crack appeared in the air, and a figure with a blurred face slowly walked out.

"You little creature, how dare you step into my territory." Rocot's voice was full of disdain. He tapped the air with his white fingers, and black energy condensed between his fingers, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.

"Oh, this is just the beginning." The uninvited guest's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from a very distant abyss, and the aura on his body was extremely evil. "Your fate has reached a new turning point."

The face of the uninvited guest gradually became clear. It was an expressionless robot with countless precise gears and circuit boards on its face. It stretched out its arm, its palm suddenly lit up, and then a strange little device fell to the ground.

Rocot remained calm, but he felt a sense of foreboding rising from the bottom of his heart. He suddenly raised his guard. This situation was not common. In the future world, technology and magic intertwined, and any small thing could cause a butterfly effect, especially when it happened in his territory.

The mechanical device made a ticking sound in the center of the hall, as if a timer was counting down something.

Roccod's pupils narrowed. He felt a strange energy from the machine, and a strong sense of curiosity and vigilance intertwined in his heart.

"Who sent you? What is the purpose of this thing?" Rocot asked. His voice was calm but full of the dominance of being in control of the situation.

"My mission is to open it." The robot's voice was emotionless, but it revealed a chilling determination.

Roccod did not dare to neglect it, and his consciousness quickly scanned the structure of the robot. The technology in the future world is ever-changing, and every device may become a powerful existence.

"My king, this thing contains forbidden technology," the silent conspirator suddenly spoke up, an inexplicable fear burning in the depths of his pupils, "Once it is activated, the consequences will be unpredictable."

Roccod's eyes were deep, and various scenes from his past life flashed through his mind. As someone who once stood at the top of the world, he would not easily put himself in danger.

"What if I refuse?" Rocot had a scornful smile on his face, but his eyes were full of brilliance.

"You will agree." The robot's words turned into a declarative sentence. At the same time, the crystal ceiling of the hall suddenly cracked, and the cracks like a spider web quickly spread.

Rocot looked up, his pupils contracted. This was clearly a threat, something the former Night King had never encountered before.

In an instant, the uninvited guest's promise began to unfold at an alarming speed. The door behind Rocot burst open, and the raging storm attacked every corner of the hall recklessly.

Rocot narrowed his eyes and stared at the robot. "I hope you have enough weight to exchange for this unreasonable request."

Then he gave orders, and the most advanced technology in the hall roared instantly. There was no doubt that Rocot was demonstrating his absolute power and will to the outside world.

The dense alarms suddenly sounded, and the palace hall fell into alert just like its owner. A trace of ferocity flashed in Rokod's eyes, and he gave orders in a voice as cold as ice. "Disconnect all connections between the main artifact and the outside world, and switch to internal energy." He waved his hand, and an invisible dark force enveloped the entire hall, making the palace like an independent fortress.