Rocot: Reborn

"Hey, kid, what are you daydreaming about? Your butt is being exposed to the sun!" A rude voice exploded in Roccod's ears, interrupting his thoughts.

Roccod frowned impatiently, turned his head, and saw a muscular man with a face full of flesh staring down at him. The muscular man exuded a mixed smell of motor oil and sweat, which made Roccod's stomach churn.

"Who are you? Do I know you?" Rocot asked coldly.

The sturdy man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Rokod would react like this. He patted Rokod's shoulder hard and said in a rough voice: "Hey, kid, have you fallen asleep? I am your uncle Batu! I held you in my arms when you were a child!"

Rocot impatiently slapped the sturdy man's hand away and said impatiently, "Don't try to get close to me. I don't know you. And don't touch me with your dirty hands."

Batu was stunned. He looked Rokod up and down as if he was meeting him for the first time. "You... Have you lost your memory? You don't even recognize your uncle Batu?"

Roccod rolled his eyes impatiently, not wanting to waste any more time talking to this guy who smelled strange. He stood up, dusted himself off, and prepared to leave this damn place.

"Hey, kid, where are you going?" Batu grabbed Rokod's arm and stopped him from leaving. "Do you know what the situation is now? There are 'aliens' everywhere outside. You will die if you run around alone!"

Rokod shook off Batu's hand and said coldly, "Let go! It's none of your business what I do!"

Batu was startled by Rokod's eyes. He had never seen this usually taciturn nephew look so fierce.

"You...you..." Batu kept saying "you" for a long time but couldn't make any sense.

"What do you mean 'me'? If you have nothing to do, just get out of here and don't block me from basking in the sun." Locot waved his hand impatiently and walked away.

"This kid... is really outrageous! If it weren't for your father..." Batu stamped his feet in anger as he watched Rokod's receding back.

Rocot ignored Batu's shouting and walked aimlessly on the street, observing this world that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The buildings on both sides of the street were in ruins, with traces of war everywhere. There were few pedestrians on the street, and they were pale and thin, with numb eyes, like walking corpses.

Roccod frowned. He hated this dead atmosphere.

"It seems that this world is worse than I thought..." Roccod said to himself, "But this is what makes it fun, isn't it?"

The corners of his mouth curled up in a playful arc, and his eyes flashed dangerously.

"The game has just begun..."

Rocot walked aimlessly along the dilapidated streets, his eyes sweeping over the bullet holes and scorch marks on the ruins around him, his heart calm. "A bunch of idiots, they have a good life but have to kill each other." He sneered, as if he was full of disdain for the world.

"Hey, kid, stop!" A hoarse roar came from behind. Rocot frowned impatiently and turned around slowly.

Three burly men blocked his way. They were wearing dirty leather jackets, waving rusty iron rods in their hands, with malicious smiles on their faces.

"Kid, you look unfamiliar. Are you new here?" One of the burly men with a face full of flesh looked Roccod up and down with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Rocot smiled contemptuously, "Why, this road is yours? Do I need your permission to go on it?"

"Hey, you're so arrogant!" another tall and thin man shouted, "Let me tell you, this street belongs to us brothers. If you know what's good for you, hand over everything you have and get out!"

"Oh? Really?" Roccod smiled instead of getting angry, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, "I want to see how you can make me 'get out'."

"You're looking for death!" the sturdy man roared, swinging the iron rod towards Rokod. Rokod stood still, and just as the iron rod was about to fall on him, he dodged the attack easily.

"That's pretty fast!" the tall and thin man exclaimed, and then rushed up waving his iron rod. Lokod sneered, and shuttled between the three men like a ghost. Every move was extremely accurate. With a few crisp "cracks", the iron rods in the hands of the three strong men were broken into several pieces.

"Ah!" "My hand!" The three strong men wailed in pain and rolled on the ground. Rocot clapped his hands and looked at them with disgust, "With this little ability, you dare to come out and rob people like others?"

"You... who are you?" The sturdy man covered his broken wrist and looked at Rocot in horror.

"I'm someone you can't afford to offend." Rocot said coldly, turned around and continued walking forward.

"Brother, what should we do?" The tall and thin man looked at Rokod's receding back, his eyes filled with fear.

"What else can I do? Get out of here!" the sturdy man gritted his teeth and said with a gleam of hatred in his eyes, "I will not be a human being if I don't take revenge!"

Naturally, Locot didn't take the threats from these minions seriously. He continued walking along the street. Not long after, he came to a dilapidated square. In the center of the square, a group of people were gathered together, seemingly arguing about something.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!" A sharp female voice came from the crowd, "This is mine, no one is allowed to take it!"

"Hmph, little girl, you haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you dare to snatch things from us?" A rough male voice said disdainfully, "Get out of here if you know what's best for you, or don't blame us for being rude!"

Roccod frowned. He hated this kind of bullying the most. He pushed through the crowd and walked in.

Rocco pushed through the crowd and saw a thin girl surrounded by several burly men. The girl was wearing a worn grey coat and her face was covered in dust, but it couldn't hide the stubborn light in her eyes. She was holding a metal box tightly, as if it was the most precious thing in her life.

"Little girl, if you know what's best for you, hand over your things quickly, or you'll suffer physical pain!" One of the men threatened, waving his fist impatiently.

"This is the relic my father left me. No one can take it away!" Although the girl's voice was trembling, her tone was extremely firm.

"Oh, you are quite stubborn! Today I will teach you what rules are!" said another man as he was about to reach out to grab the box from the girl's hand.

"Stop!" Rocot shouted, walked up to the girl and blocked the way of those people.

"Kid, who do you think you are? Mind your own business!" A man saw Rocot and immediately cursed him viciously.

"Get out!" Rocot spat out the word coldly, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.

"You're looking for death!" The man was immediately enraged by Rocot's attitude and raised his fist to hit Rocot in the face.

Rocot stood there motionless, and just as the fist was about to land on his face, he slightly turned sideways and easily dodged the attack.

"That's pretty fast!" The man was stunned, then became even more angry and attacked Rocot again with his fist raised.

A cold light flashed in Rocot's eyes. He made a lightning-fast move, grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it hard.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the man's wrist bones broke.

"Ah!" The man screamed, covering his twisted wrist and fell to the ground wailing.

"Third brother!" Seeing this, the other men immediately surrounded him and glared at Rocot.

"Boy, if you dare to hurt my brother, you're dead!"

"Let's go together and kill him!"

Several men roared and rushed towards Rocot, waving their fists.