Rocot: Reborn

"Who are you? Why are you waiting for me?" Rocot stared at the leader, trying to get more clues from his eyes.

"It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is you," the leader laughed coldly, then clapped his hands. Several cloaked men stepped back, revealing a huge circular magic circle. In the center of the magic circle, a crystal flashing with dazzling light was silently suspended in the air.

"This is..." Roccod's pupils shrank, and he immediately realized that there was a powerful power hidden in the crystal.

"Have you guessed it? We spent a lot of effort to find this Void Crystal, and it is the gift prepared for you." There was a hint of strange mockery in the leader's voice.

"A gift?" Rocot did not relax his vigilance, but became even more alert. The people in this world obviously had bad intentions and would never simply give such precious items to strangers.

"Of course, otherwise you wouldn't have walked into our trap, right?" The leader said with a sly smile, "The Void Crystal can not only enhance your strength, but also contains the power of time and space. It can take you back to the past and re-choose your destiny."

Rokod was shocked, and a huge wave of emotion rose in his heart. The power of time and space! That was the power he had always dreamed of, which could allow him to go back to the past, change history, and avoid that tragic defeat.

But just as he was shocked by this astonishing news, the leader continued: "However, it is not easy to obtain this power. You must pass a series of tests and challenges designed by us before you can finally master the true power of the Void Crystal."

Rocot frowned, knowing that these tests would not be easy, but he could not back down.

"In that case, bring the test." Rocot responded coldly, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.

The leader nodded in satisfaction, and at his command, the cloaked men around him quickly formed a circle and began to chant ancient spells. The light of the magic circle gradually grew stronger, so strong that it was blinding, and then a huge gravitational force pulled Rocot into the center of the magic circle.

As if his entire body was being torn apart, Roccod gritted his teeth and tried his best to stay awake. Time seemed to become extremely long at this moment, and every second seemed like endless torture.

Suddenly, the light disappeared, and Rocot fell heavily into an unfamiliar wasteland. He gasped and barely stood up to look around. This place seemed to be deserted, with only the vague mountains in the distance and the howling wind.

A deep voice sounded from behind Roccod: "Welcome to the first stage of the test, Roccod. Can you survive?"

Rocot turned around suddenly and saw a tall figure standing not far away, with excitement and cruelty flashing in his eyes. He knew that this would be a life-and-death test, and he had no way out.

The wasteland is like a forgotten world, with raging winds and yellow sand filling the sky. Occasionally, you can hear the whistling of strong winds passing through the mountains in the distance.

Each grain of sand seemed to have a sharp edge, hitting Roccod's exposed skin, causing him to feel a stinging pain. He tightened his collar, and a sense of foreboding gradually formed in his heart.

He searched every corner around him, trying to find some hope of survival, but just as the leader had predicted, the boundaries of this wasteland seemed endless, and there was no sign of life at all.

Just when Lokod was feeling confused, the air suddenly trembled, and a faint light spot appeared in front of him, then gradually enlarged, and finally became a magic portal with a diameter of several meters.

Locot's eyes suddenly focused. He understood that this was the beginning of the first phase of the test, but he still remained somewhat alert.

The light of the portal gradually dimmed, and the world behind the portal gradually emerged. It was a small green island that looked quite peaceful.

Rocot stepped into the portal carefully, and felt his body lighten. The scene in front of him changed instantly. He quickly adjusted his center of gravity and landed heavily on the grass of the island.

"It's really ironic," Roccod looked around, and a sudden voice suddenly sounded behind him, "We are always waiting here for the arrival of the experimental subjects, as if we are part of this test."

Rocot turned around suddenly and saw a huge beast standing on the other side of the portal. It looked like a bear, but was several times the size of an average brown bear. Its fur was shiny black, and its eyes were piercing. It looked much more spiritual than an average beast.

"You...you are alive?" Rocot was surprised.

"We are the lowest level gatekeepers of this world, so we are of course considered as living beings." The huge beast smiled calmly, "Since you have passed the portal, it means that you are also half a tester. Are you willing to listen to my advice?"

Rocot kept his mind calm and prepared to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

"After you come in, everything here will become a resistance or obstacle for you," the huge beast said slowly, "Sometimes what chases you may become an extension of your strength, and sometimes standing still can actually help you."

"What should I do?" Rocot demanded.

"My mission is just to tell you a small part of the rules here," the huge beast spread out its huge paw and said nonchalantly, "My mission is over, you can only wish for the best."

After saying this, the huge figure of the huge beast suddenly turned into countless points of light and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

A cold voice sounded above Roccod's head: "Tester No. 227, you have entered the world of the first phase of the test. Your task is to survive for three days. During this period, the gatekeepers will re-unlock this world every Tuesday and Thursday. You can find them during these days and ask them for certain items to help you complete your goal. If you have not left this world within three days, your soul will be obliterated and your body will become fertilizer for this world."

"Eliminate?" Rocot shuddered. He had not expected the level of failure that would lead to such a punishment. Then he thought of a more important question, "Then, how can I leave this world?"

"At dawn, there is a certain chance that you will hide your body and quickly flee to the market. If there is someone who wants to steal your body, quickly dodge. In the market, there are some kind-hearted people who are willing to help you, but there are inevitably some people with ulterior motives. If you can avoid those who have ill intentions, you will naturally find the next person to guide you."

"Locked swallowed his saliva: "The three days here, do you mean the three days in reality, or the three days in this world?"

"The three days here refer to the three days in reality." The cold voice replied.

Rocot searched the surroundings, trying to find the person who was talking, but he found nothing, nor did he see any hidden mechanisms. He had no choice but to accept the reality: "Okay, do you have a map here?"

"You can get a simple map of a certain area by focusing your gaze in a certain direction, like this."

Next, a simple map appeared in Rocot's field of vision, with a dozen dots and some unnamed places on it.

"...Well, it seems that I am not so lucky." Roccod gave up decisively.

Looking at the setting sun, Rocot realized that the dawn the voice was talking about would only be a few minutes away. This world had one sun and one moon, and the switching of day and night and the two stars in the east and west of the sky were also accurate. Moreover, no matter how he tried, there was no way to teleport himself back.

Suddenly he remembered that person seemed to have said that his graduation story was the end of a hero. For the system he was in, it seemed to have sent him back to several years ago, bringing with him the memories of these years and becoming his younger self.

Perhaps this is what he meant by the production of primitive man?

Because of the large amount of information stored in his mind that needed to be sifted and filtered, Roccod did not pay attention to whether there were any potential threats around him, nor did he notice that his vision was gradually blurring.

As Roccod looked around, closed his eyes, and tried to feel his heartbeat to confirm whether he had really returned to an earlier timeline, the endless darkness silently enveloped his consciousness like sticky ink.

"My lord, please do not be afraid. Your lieutenant will lead you out of the darkness."

Rokod opened his blurry eyes and felt a few raindrops floating in front of him. His head felt heavy, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that the space teleportation he had experienced before coming here had almost brought his split consciousness back together. At least now he would no longer have a headache.

If consciousness is compared to tens of millions of strings, then the vibration frequency of each string has now become a uniform rate.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Rocot asked.

"I am the person you trust the most, my lord. I, your lieutenant, know a little bit about the supernatural. Now, please confirm a piece of information carefully: Do you want to become a true 'operating system'?"

Locot was startled. He doubted whether the so-called "supernatural power" was just something ordinary people said, but when he heard the last few syllables, he suddenly came to his senses.

“Is this the real incarnation?” Roccod’s eyes lit up, and he tried his best to see the situation clearly, but it was still dark. Even the tone of his voice was not necessarily inferior to that of the so-called “adjutant”. “Great, great, tell me how to operate…the magic, how should I operate the magic?”

"The lord's mind is currently too confused, so it would be easier for the adjutant to clear it out and inject new things. This 'Black Butterfly' is just a substitute. We will place the 'Ikaros' somewhere else. Please hold your hands tightly and let my consciousness and yours be injected into the same object."

The voice sounded seductive, motioning for Rocot to touch his left side.

"Please hold it tight, right in front of you. Squeeze it hard."

Rokod felt that he had grasped something in his hand. He knew that his consciousness had a new mineral bracelet, so he immediately clamped it between his two hands: "I caught it."

"As you can see, two slightly different consciousnesses can be injected into it. Once the bombardment and diffusion method is used to intervene in the operation process within the object, any form can achieve instant information transmission, and then full control of the designated target will be achieved in an instant."

Roccod only understood half of what he heard: "So what should we do...?" "Light the fire"? The sudden breath in his mind was ready to cut the neuron connection...

"Very good, next is the selection screen. Do you want to keep the current living environment?"

As Roccod exerted force with his five fingers, the darkness in front of him gradually faded away, and he realized that this was the moment when he was completely teleported and his vision was restored. He stretched his muscles and found that he was in an unfamiliar room, and the familiar items around him were basically complete. He nodded indifferently to indicate that he was sure.

The surrounding decoration is more like a hospital ward, but with complete facilities. It seems like a suite specially placed in a building. The narrow and long text explanation board says:

"Production Area 005 - System Reinstallation Transition Room".

"Adjutant, thank you again for your help." Roccod said sincerely. That voice will dominate the "consciousness" split from the system and complete the shaping of true self-consciousness.

"No... I'm sorry my lord, but an adjutant can never be called a 'human'," the voice corrected.

Rocot suddenly felt a little sad: "Then will you come back?"

"The adjutant will always be by my lord's side."

With a sad smile, Rokod shook his head, and the energy released into the air by the system as he walked caused his limbs, which had been stagnant for a long time, to bleed slightly. He lay on the bed and pressed the call button: "Then I'll leave the daily chores to you."