Rocot: Reborn

The flower fragrance in his memory evokes his eager heart. He is peacefully immersed in the white ocean, alone.

Who is he? What is Rocot?

What was that bleak and sad figure foreshadowing, or was it a little scary in his emerging memory? It was a long-ago reverie, and perhaps a long, long time later, he would remember the fatigue of the years and could only be lost in the world of snow. He wiped away the hesitant and fragile tears at that time.

Some things disappear happily and painfully, and the interweaving of threats and rewards will eventually come.

He didn't know that his Jinxiu Weiyang had wandered in the world, blowing through countless wild tall grasses and wading through countless streams before embarking on that very different path. He never regretted it, he was always pursuing something, he killed the world that had run out of luck with his own hands, and also witnessed the opening of a new chapter of the pyramid.

A depressed journey gave him a moving life. He had been excited and depressed, but the sighs and cries in his heart that sometimes struggled against the shackles would eventually go with the wind.

What kind of story is this?

Is it a story of a brave soul accepting a challenge? Is it a story of a time when the dust has settled and the steps are taken into the wilderness? Or is it a legend where everyone is pulling the strings and risking their lives to keep the surprise?

No, this is a story about the hero's end, full of blood that breaks at dawn and shines brighter than the sun. The hero sighs and covers his face in order to welcome the distant, near, immortal, and shadowy Locot; just like the wind sweeping across the river, rippling the blue waves, even if it is in vain, the hero's dream is still more glorious than a flash in the pan.

This journey will not end gently at his deathbed. Rocot and his heroes will continue to rise and advance triumphantly in the chaos.

This story won't be the last in his life.

This story is just a prelude. After a period of silent waiting, the hero begins to become bold, pulls back the time of the Shadow Kingdom, and charges forward again at all costs.

It is destined to spread the results of its storms to the world.

This is an endless and magnificent hymn that will last forever.

The hero began to become bold, and he pushed back the time of the Shadow Kingdom and charged again at all costs.

Isn't he the leader of Shadowlands?

In his fantasy, these people would be the people of the Shadow Kingdom.

What era was he in? What kind of battles were they fighting?

On what world's battlefield?

He paused. "Who am I?" This was actually the question he wanted to ask the most.

He couldn't help but burst into tears, too many memories mixed together. "I..."

"We are in your world. You are God. You are the master of all this."

He inevitably stopped himself from speaking, and was speechless and depressed for a moment.

He had already dulled the feeling that all this was just a dream of entangled cause and effect.

What is a god? He himself is a vague thought. What was shattered in his time and space, whether it was an empire or a civilization, was only a phantom in his destiny. But the bloody day and night that ignited him in the beginning bit off the misfortune that the world was destined to remember. He and those he summoned were driven by the distant and ancient imagination through a void plank road and gathered together.

The story before the debris is clear - he is Rocot, the leader of the Shadow Kingdom. But he is not a good monarch. His depravity is nothing more than playing tricks and machinations, becoming the innocent shadow god. During this period, Rocot traveled through time and space, burned his own destiny in the era when ancient customs still flowed, and began to be renewed. In the distant galaxy that was twisted by the darkness from eternity, he began to walk alone with a sword. In his airspace, the guardian beast of the Nine Laws has ten thousand ways to control the sunlight. In the flickering time, he fought a hard battle with the monsters. But where the sun sets, the people on the other side are believing in something.

He sank in the snow, and one day he finally woke up and gazed at the legend from the other side. He wasted his time for the last time.

The winner this time is Eric as mentioned by Locot, no longer the god around Guangyan.

Rocot shook his heavy head. "We... I can't go back anymore?" Regardless of his wishes, his past actions were already determined. Whether he was willing or not, he was a god imprinted in the memory of many people. The gods' words were final, and if he made a mistake, it would be too late to regret.

"Are you sure it will be broken even if it goes back?" His boundaries no longer go beyond the whole.

The bronze soil faded away underground, the variables and cycles slowly floated away, the silkworms died and aged, intensifying the greed, anger and ignorance in the dust. The thick smoke on the outer wall billowed, and he shuddered. The infinite dissipation went towards his distance and disappeared like smoke.

"My side of the world has disappeared." Those vanishing days lingered in the early years of Tai, "or rather, hope has been forgotten."

It was as if nothing had happened. "I don't want to go back."

"It's okay, they came later."

"What do you mean?"

"I was drafted before anyone else, and died earlier than I thought." He couldn't help but take a breath and smashed the cold stone door. It was natural that he could learn his goodness from this room. His graduation was just the beginning of his development. In the gap of time, he realized the original him, and witnessed his heroic figure from the perspective of a third party, but he was ultimately unable to save him from his stubborn death. "That might be Rocco's teacher, who started a sinful war and fell into the sinful underworld in the sinful desert." But his rumors finally surged in the death. In the myth of God, Rocco's performance has just continued to open. The era of destruction is staged in an alternative present, continuing his endless false claims.