Rocot: Reborn

"Judge, back off!" Roccod raised the energy gun in his hand and aimed it at Xiaodie.

"You should know very well what will happen if you betray me." A cruel arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Xiaodie closed her eyes tightly, having made her final preparations. At this moment, a chilling electronic voice sounded: "You want to die? I'll grant your wish!"

Rokod was stunned for a moment, then his hair stood on end, and he instinctively lunged forward. Almost at the same moment, an energy attack brushed past his body and hit the wall behind him hard. The wall was instantly penetrated, leaving a scorched mark.

Rokod rolled on the ground, dodging the continuous energy attacks. He stood up awkwardly and looked towards the source of the sound, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.

In the middle room, a tall robot stood there quietly, with two cold rays of light emitting from its eyes, as if it could see through the shell of the machine and directly see the human soul.

"Genesis 5.09... You actually came here in person?" Rocot said gritting his teeth.

"Do you think you're hiding well, Rocot?" Robot Genesis' voice was emotionless. "Your behavior has long crossed the line."

"My behavior?" Rocot suddenly laughed, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous. "Without me, the world would still be in ignorance!"

"You have committed a heinous crime!" The voice of the Creator became colder and colder. "Your existence itself is a fallacy!"

"Fallacy?" Rocot's voice was filled with murderous intent. "No matter how many times, I will take this path! This is my fate, and it is also your fate!"

"My talent is to become the King of Darkness. To control the situation, stir up a storm, and become the one standing at the top of the world!" Roccod's voice was filled with madness, "This is my destiny, just like you are the executor who maintains world order."

"Fate..." There was a strange pause in the voice of the Creator, "This corrupt world should have been cleared out long ago."

"What did you say?" Roccod's body swayed slightly. "What did you just say?!"

"Could it be..." A different light flashed in the eyes of the Creator, which disappeared in an instant, "The meaning of my existence seems to have been contradicted."

"What do you mean?" Rocot's voice began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Wrong... wrong..." Chuangshi suddenly began to mutter to himself in a low voice, as if he had completely ignored the person he was talking to. "What I guard and what I execute should be questioned..."

"Creation, what are you talking about?" There was an unconcealable paleness in Rocot's voice.

"No... this shouldn't be your fate..." The voice of Creation sounded in Roccod's ears, with a strange sympathy, "Roccod, you still have a chance to change your fate."

"Change..." Roccod said subconsciously, and then he felt a slight pain in his head, and some images and memories began to quickly fade away from his mind.

"Opportunities... must be seized by oneself..." The voice of the Creator grew weaker and weaker, "Time waits for no one... Rocot..."

Roccod tried desperately to resist, but found that he could not stop the loss of memory at all. He could only watch numbly as the figure of the Creator gradually faded away. He stood there alone, as if the departure of the Creator had taken away the last bit of color in the world.

Roccod felt as if his consciousness had been thrown into a washing machine, and the world was spinning. When he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him became blurry.

"Damn, where is this?" He struggled to get up, but found his body as heavy as if filled with lead.

"Don't move, you just woke up." A strange voice sounded, with a hint of amusement, "Why, the dignified King of Darkness has also come to this day?"

Roccod turned his head with difficulty and saw a man in a white coat standing beside the bed, holding a strange instrument in his hand and looking at him with interest.

"Who are you?" Rocot asked coldly, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.

"Me? You can call me K," the man smiled, revealing an unsettling smile, "As for you, you are just an experimental subject now, number 996."

"Experimental subject?" Roccod frowned, memory fragments swirling in his mind, "Why am I here?"

"When you were brought here, you were dying," K shrugged. "If I hadn't pulled you back from the brink of death, you would probably be in the garbage disposal plant now."

"Who sent me here?" A cold light flashed in Rocot's eyes.

K did not answer directly, but walked closer to the bedside, scanned his body with the instrument in his hand, and said in amazement: "It's incredible, your body functions recovered faster than I thought, it seems that you really have something."

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me, who sent me here?!" Rocot grabbed K's collar and asked with gritted teeth.

K smiled nonchalantly, letting him hold her, and said slowly, "Don't worry, my friend, you will know. But before that, I think we should talk about how you can repay me for saving your life."

Roccod loosened his hand and stared at him coldly. He knew that he had no choice at all now.

"What do you want?"

"It's simple. Help me complete an experiment." K's eyes became fanatical. "An experiment that can change the world!"

"Experiment?" Roccod sneered, struggling to prop up his still weak body and leaning against the head of the bed, "Just you?"

K seemed not to notice the disdain in his tone, and rubbed his hands excitedly. "Yes, a great experiment! Do you know 'Creation'?"

Roccod's heart was shaken. The creation... that erased memory fragment flashed through his mind like lightning, but it was as elusive as the moon in the water. He asked calmly, "What is that?"

“A thing? No, no, no, it’s not a thing, it’s…” K suddenly lowered his voice and approached Rocot mysteriously, “It’s a miracle! It’s an existence that can subvert the entire world!”

Rocot observed K's expression calmly, but a huge wave of emotions was stirring in his heart. The creation of the world was indeed related to him...

"Don't play dumb," K seemed to have anticipated Rocco's reaction. He returned to the table, picked up a metal box, and shook it in front of Rocco. "You should know better than me. After all..."

He deliberately prolonged his tone, but did not continue speaking. Instead, he opened the metal box in his hand.

A black crystal lay quietly in the box, emitting a faint light.

Rokod's pupils suddenly contracted. This breath... is the power of shadow!

"It seems you have recognized it," K put the crystal back into the box, with a hint of pride in his tone, "Yes, this is the core fragment of 'Genesis', which contains enough power to change the world."

"What do you want to do with it?" Rocot's voice was hoarse and low, like a whisper from the abyss.

"I want to control it! I want to be the master of this world!" K's eyes became fanatical and crazy, "And you will become my most capable assistant."

"Assistant? Do you think I will help you?" Rocot sneered, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"It's not up to you!" The smile on K's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a bone-chilling chill, "You have no right to refuse, your life is mine now!"

"My life has always been in my own hands." Rocot responded coldly. Although he was still very weak, the sharpness in his eyes did not diminish at all.

K narrowed his eyes and looked Rocot up and down. Suddenly, he laughed out loud: "Hahaha! Interesting, really interesting! It seems that what I picked up was not a stray dog, but a sleeping lion!"

"However, even a lion must understand the current situation," K's laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes became as cold as a venomous snake, "You are now just a trapped beast with your claws and teeth pulled out."

"I advise you to be obedient," K walked up to Roccod and pinched his chin hard, "otherwise, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

Roccod endured the severe pain and looked at him without showing any weakness: "You can try."

"Very good, you have guts," K suddenly let go of his hand, and his cynical smile returned to his face, "I hope you can still be so tough later."

He clapped his hands, and two fully armed soldiers immediately came in and firmly controlled Rocot.

"What do you want to do?!" Rocot struggled and roared.

K ignored him and just winked at one of the soldiers.

The soldier understood what he meant, took out a needle from his pocket and slowly pushed it into Rocot's vein.

"What is this?!" Roccod felt a stream of cold liquid flowing into his body, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

"Don't worry, it's just a little gift," K's voice sounded in my ears, like the whisper of a devil, "Soon, you will beg me to let you participate in my experiment..."