Rocot: Reborn

The news of Rokod's return as the king in the Dark Night Realm shook the nerves of every force. Although he was no longer the King of the Dark Night, he compared himself to a returning monarch and vowed to take back everything he had lost. He was like a rising star, with his powerful potential and secret skills, as well as his miraculous past, which quickly attracted the attention of the entire Dark Night Realm.

At the same time, Rocot has to admit that even in this new century of technology and magic, people's prejudices remain the same. When night falls, ordinary people are afraid of the terrible monsters crawling in the dark, while those who are awakened are trembling with fear, fearing that Rocot's shadow will quietly cover them.

Rocot feels the mixed emotions of fear, suspicion, and hope in every corner of the Night Realm. His legend is told over and over again, sometimes as a hero of revenge, sometimes as a messenger of darkness. But none of this matters to him. For him, only the blood of those who betrayed him can make him feel relieved.

This is a carefully planned revenge, but also a refreshing chaos. Roccod knows how to take advantage of every opportunity to lure the unlucky guys into traps. He is like a master wandering on the chessboard, and every move accurately hits the enemy's vital point. In this dark dance, he gradually regains the edge of his previous life.

As betrayers fell one after another, the reputation of Rocot and the order of the Dark Night were rewritten. In the bloody storm he set off, the old forces fell apart and a new pattern began to take shape. And he was the shaper of this new era.

The first dawn of the new era rose from the polar sky, gradually dispelling the fog of the new century. This shining dawn, like Rocot's new image in the dark night world, illuminated this dark land and heralded the arrival of this new era.

A new day, a new plan. In his mansion, in front of the extremely gorgeous mahogany desk, Rocot looked grim, brewing a great revenge. "The best revenge is always unexpected." He whispered, smiling to himself. At that moment, he showed his bloody mouth without hesitation, looking particularly crazy and ferocious.

Clear echoes lingered throughout the mansion. Those who had mocked and betrayed him seemed to hear his war drums in the silence. Every word he said was enough to break their hearts.

In the information network, the news spread quickly. The news of Rocot's return was like a catastrophe, sweeping across the entire Dark Night Realm. No matter how powerful, no matter how sharp, no matter if they were sincere or not, everyone felt a deep fear, as if ice water soaked their hearts, chilling them.

Perhaps true revenge has never left their sight.

On the screen, Roccod's piercing eyes stared at the messy crowd below the screen and said quietly: "The game has begun."

The storm-like explosion broke the originally quiet night, and their fear lingered at this moment. Rocot's revenge officially began.

Unlike the direct violence in the past, Rocot's revenge this time is more like a psychological warfare, and the means are dark and beautiful. First of all, the economic model of the Dark Night Realm was completely rewritten by him. With his brand-new theory, he changed the economy of the Dark Night Realm from the traditional oligopoly in the past to a free market that cannot be controlled by anyone, causing those old oligarchs who relied on their old capital to fall into an endless abyss in an instant.

Then, he used the secrets he had to expand the purge of internal traitors, letting justice give way to revenge, innocent people being sacrificed, and allies being framed. People feared him and hated him, but without exception, they were all deeply afraid of him.

Behind all this, Rocot was like a child watching a farce, with a face full of pride and arrogance. Every time there was news about him, he would reveal a hideous smile, and time and again he would crush under his feet those who threatened him to deviate from the path of revenge, making them as powerless to resist as if they were mud.

Functional revenge is underway, and the betrayers are beginning to waver, like the mud brought by a rainstorm, unable to resist or stop. They are powerless to escape from Rocot's path of revenge, just like surviving in the roaring waves, living like ants.

Under his arrangement, the traps were triggered one after another, and what came out was no longer the Rocot they were familiar with, but an ugly dark evil creature. He used the power of darkness to devour them one by one...

Roccod's eyes flashed coldly in the darkness, and the heavy mahogany door slowly opened under his hands. A long creaking sound broke the silence of the night. He stepped into the shadowy mansion, which was once a symbol of his power, but now only had an atmosphere of depression and ruins.

His steps were firm, as if every step was stepping on the hearts of those who betrayed him. "Rebirth is not just an opportunity, but also a declaration." The voice in Roccod's heart rang out. He remembered every face that betrayed him, every backstab, and all the memories were as clear as ever, stimulating every nerve in his body.

At the deepest part of the mansion, Rocot stood in front of a huge mirror. The mirror reflected his slightly haggard but still sharp face, and the flames of revenge flashed in his eyes. He reached out and touched the surface of the mirror. It was cold and smooth, just like the plan he was about to unfold.

"They think I'm dead, so let this death be their greatest delusion." He said to himself, with a calm anger and determination in his voice. Rocot turned around, and his robe drew a graceful arc in the air, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

That night, the sky of the entire Dark Night Realm was covered by heavy clouds, and the rumbling thunder foreshadowed the coming of a storm. Rokod sat in the study, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, and each tap seemed to be calculating something. The screen in front of him displayed the economic data and distribution maps of various important regions in the Dark Night Realm.

"Let's get started - reconstruct the economic model." He raised an evil smile and began to input a series of complex commands. The economic structure of the Dark Night Realm began to collapse under his control, and the old oligarchic forces were uprooted like a thousand-year-old tree.

Just as he was immersed in his plan, an unexpected image suddenly flashed on the screen - a figure from an unknown perspective, through the dim light, as if someone was peeking from the dark.

"As expected of the Dark Night Realm, there are eyes hidden even in the shadows." Rocot stood up slowly and walked into the deeper darkness to investigate the person who came. As he approached, the image became more and more blurred, but he could feel the message conveyed by those eyes - fear.

At the moment his figure disappeared into the darkness, the whole world seemed to hold its breath. In the dark night, many suspenseful events were brewing and unknown changes were brewing.