Rocot: Reborn

Roccod stared at the old man in front of him. His appearance was undoubtedly a surprise. The floodgates of his memory were opened, and a name was about to come out.

"I am the guardian, the defender of order," the old man's voice carried an ancient and solemn tone, "Rocot, you are not part of our plan."

"Plan? What a ridiculous statement." Rocot sneered, "It seems that apart from time, you are no different from those conspirators hiding in the dark. You both want to control everything."

The guardian's face was solemn, and the light on the staff seemed to echo his determination: "We don't want to control everything, but to prevent everything from getting out of control."

"Then, what is your goal compared to my goal of regaining my throne?" Rocot said coldly.

The guardian frowned. "Lockold, your kingship should not be based on unstable technology. The future... will be distorted because of you."

"The future is a blank sheet of paper. The chapter I write is the most brilliant prelude. This is our disagreement. I will not give in." Rocot turned around and put his hand on the cold machine again. "You can't convince me, Guardian."

The guardian's gaze was as firm as a rock. He tapped the ground with his staff, and the shadows around him began to stir: "If you can't convince me, then I can only stop you."

The two forces collided in the laboratory, ready to explode. The Guardian's staff and Rocot's arm were parallel to the ruins, the air seemed to freeze, and time was suspended in this silent confrontation. Rocot's eyes flashed with calmness and determination before victory. His life experience never allowed him to retreat, even when facing threats from the future.

The guardian looked through his robe, as if assessing something, and then said calmly: "Then it depends on who can truly control the power of 'ghost technology'." As soon as the words fell, the guardian's robe moved without wind, and an ancient and powerful force began to awaken.

"I am a gravekeeper, guarding the treasures abandoned by time." The old man's voice echoed in the empty and abandoned laboratory. His eyes seemed to penetrate the hustle and bustle of the world and look into the more distant past.

Rocot raised his eyebrows. Gravekeeper, this name was not unfamiliar to him. In his memory, they were legendary guardians who silently guarded the secrets that changed the trajectory of the world.

"It seems that you don't want me to get the 'Ghost Technology'?" Rocco's tone was calm, but with every word he spoke, the air seemed to get colder, and shadows gathered around him quietly like loyal guards.

"Not even the Night King has the right to touch this forbidden object." The gem inlaid on the gravekeeper's staff gleamed faintly, and there was unquestionable seriousness in his voice.

Roccod suddenly laughed, a strange and charming laugh, "Oh? But I think it is the key for me to reign in the future again."

The gravekeeper's face was filled with deep worry. "Your determination will bring disaster, Rocot."

"Disaster?" The sneer on Rocot's face deepened. "Life is a disaster, and I am just a survivor who is looking for treasures in the disaster."

The laboratory was filled with a quiet and extremely tense atmosphere. Roccod stopped talking, his whole body seemed to merge into the darkness, but he did not stop moving. With an almost imperceptible movement, he nodded slightly to the gravekeeper, and the chess piece hidden in the darkness was ready.

The gravekeeper's eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's, and the light on his staff became brighter, as if he wanted to use the power of light to stop Rocot.

However, the next moment, Rocot took action. His figure was like a black lightning, drawing a decisive trajectory in the dim laboratory.

The air in the laboratory seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the dim light making the background look even colder. The tense atmosphere between the two people standing face to face was enough to make any bystander's heart stop beating.

Roccod's eyes were cold, like an iceberg, and his body seemed even more unfathomable as the light swayed. His hands slid lightly and quickly across the console, and every keystroke seemed like a precisely calculated assassination.

"Ghost technology will not only allow me to take revenge, but will also reshape the structure of the entire world." Roccod's voice was low, and every word seemed to contain unfathomable ambitions.

Facing Roccod's scheming and tactics, the gravekeeper stood up straighter, a faint halo surrounding his body, the power of ancient magic, simple and sacred. His staff seemed to sense the master's intentions and emitted a stronger light.

"Your ambition will push your entire future to the brink of collapse." The gravekeeper's voice was filled with unquestionable firmness and indifference. "You regard revenge as an antidote, but it is actually poison."

Rocot stopped what he was doing, turned around, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Oh, gravekeeper, your role is not to be an obstructionist, but a witness. Witness how I rise from the ruins like a phoenix."

At this moment, a low explosion sounded outside the laboratory. The gravekeeper's eyes froze, but Rocot smiled, "It seems my mousetrap has caught the mouse."

The gravekeeper did not look back, for he knew that Rocot's scheme did not end there. "You detonated the defense system outside the laboratory?"

"No, I just rewrote their programs." Rocco said in a relaxed tone, as if he was talking about a simple game. "Now, they are more loyal to the true king."

At this time, Rocot had already taken a step forward and quickly typed the last code. Suddenly, a dazzling beam of light lit up from the depths of the laboratory, rushing straight to the roof, revealing a huge, gradually perfecting phantom pattern.

"Ghost Technology will finally be activated. With it as the core, a new Dark Night Empire will soon be born. Let all the betrayers tremble."

The gravekeeper held his staff tightly, knowing that the situation was urgent. If Rocot's plan succeeded, the whole world would fall into endless darkness.