Rocot: Reborn

As night fell, the bamboo forest swayed. Milo sat in front of the hut, looking at the night sky, with bamboo leaves dancing around him.

Rocot walked slowly to his side and sat down silently.

The air was quiet. After a long while, Milo spoke up: "Teacher, has his road come to an end?"

Rocot also looked up at the night sky: "Yes, all roads have an end, and that is not sad. What we should pay attention to is how we can create the scenery along the way while we are on the journey. Do you think his life is valuable?"

"As a child, he laughed so genuinely. He was full of curiosity about the world. He didn't understand the unorthodox ways of the world. He was simple but tenacious. In his eyes, the world was simple, with good and evil opposing each other. But later he found out, can pure goodness really overcome everything? He began to examine himself, and began to think about the path after darkness and blood, what kind of hero he wanted to be, and what the meaning of his life was."

"Later, he tried to change, but there was always a knot in his heart..."

"In the endless battle, the constant fighting exhausted him physically and mentally. He was unwilling to be either the dark or the light."

Milo listened quietly with a serious expression.

Rocot looked at him. "Milo, you already have what he has been looking for. You have never lost the power to change the world. This kind of life is meaningful. His perception of the world has never changed, defending against darkness and pursuing light. He asked what kind of life is more meaningful. You always know the answer to this question."

The wind blows through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound.

Milo took a bamboo leaf and said, "Teacher, he began to get lost. He could sense the pulse of the times, but he was stuck in the quagmire between darkness and light. He questioned himself and asked God, but he died of heart failure in the end. His life was just ordinary. He was a silent ant under the bright starry sky. If he had never been here, the world would not have changed at all."

"Ah," Rocot sighed softly:

"No matter how difficult the road is, it takes a brave man to walk it. He and you were both once purely devoted to love and justice, but you are much luckier than him. At least you still have a chance after that. You found another direction, not black and white, but using different methods to guide people to be good. The justice he originally hoped for is now put into practice."

"The teacher said he can't go on, but I still want to try." Milo's eyes showed a determined light.

The Milky Way glows brightly in the night sky, becoming brighter and more conspicuous.

Rocot's eyes softened as he looked at Milo.

"Teacher, you said a long time ago that my eyes are pure."

Rocot recalled with a smile: "Yes, I have seen fighting, deception, enthusiasm, indifference, and pain in the eyes of countless people, but you are different. There is only pure and sincere clarity in your eyes."

After a moment of silence, Rocco pulled Milo to his feet and said, "Milo, that's it. You have to start a new journey, and so do we."

"Okay." Milo looked at Rocot somewhat sadly.

Suddenly, Rocot stood straight at attention, in a standard posture he had never seen before.

He gave Milo a standard military salute.

"Milo, thank you for your company. I sincerely wish you a safe journey! Don't forget, if you feel tired during the journey, it's also good to go home directly. Teacher, I will cook for you."

Then he disappeared from Milo's sight in an instant.

Milo looked in the direction where Rokod left, and studied the two wooden sculptures in his hands: "Rokod, so this is what the light after darkness looks like."

Milo started to move off into the night.

"I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble..."

The night sky is filled with twinkling stars.

Under the vast starry sky, Subject No. 2022 and the panda man Milo set off separately.

Waking up again, Rocot still chose to believe.

"Young man, are you awake?" the old man with white beard asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

Rocot got up. "Very good, not much difference."

"Then you have to thank little Biana and Pandora very much." The old man smiled and then quickly restrained himself, "Otherwise you won't be able to adapt at all." Having said this, he looked into the distance.

At this time, the big words of chemical elements were still flashing on the screen, and Pandora spread uncontrollably towards Rocot, transforming into a little Lolita in a red long skirt.

Eh?

Luo Kede was shocked. This little Lolita looked too young. Her pink twin ponytails made her look cute and elf-like. But how could she have the aura of a cool and domineering boss?

Noticing the two pairs of eyes staring at him, he subconsciously looked at the other screen. It showed a thin and depressed middle-aged man with a pale and sickly face. If he shaved his hair and beard, he would be quite handsome.

The screen on the left zoomed out to the upper right corner: "I am Subject 2022, I don't know you, how can I help you, sir?"

Pandora glanced at Rocot as if she was unfamiliar with him, and said arrogantly: "You can just call first."

Roccod smiled awkwardly: "I'm number 2024"

After saying that, he returned to the screen and looked at the middle-aged man.

A scene that stunned him appeared.

In just a few seconds, the face that was originally between the two on the middle screen quickly transitioned to a middle-aged man.

Yes, this is what Rocot really looks like.

"What do you look like? Second..." Roccod thought for a few seconds and changed his words, "Sir"

"His name is Matthew Davenport, a genius in the field of communication technology. Until she woke up and discovered the mystery of data." The screen flickered, and white words showed his life journey: In 2016, the Joint Laboratory provided me with funding, and I devoted myself to studying electricity in the School of Electrical Engineering. In 2017, I was trapped in the laboratory and survived the laboratory disaster.

Rocot continued to slide, reaching a turning point, and the display was blank: "Sir, what have you suffered here?"

But Matthew remained silent.

Perhaps this is the only resistance he can do.

Roccod looked at him lingeringly for a long time, the screen flashed white, and finally Matthew turned blank and filled the screen again.

It looked as if he would never regain consciousness.

Roccod suddenly discovered that Matthew's white screen suddenly cracked with a black line in the middle, and the line quickly spread like a tear mark.

It flickered for a moment, then returned to black, revealing a line of strange characters.

This is?

Rocot reads the information from the black lines.

"Nothing, darkness, endless darkness, and an unstoppable gurgling sound"

This is?

His two cold eyebrows were twisted together, and he looked at Pandora who also had a sad face.

"I don't even feel alive..."

Roccod's lip-reading of the misspelled message was quite mechanical and stiff.

But it was completely different from the naughty and shameful little devil in his memory.

"There's a soybean rolling around me"

Rocot turned off the voice output and turned his gaze to the old man with white beard: "Do you have anything to explain?"

The sound of flipping through paper books suddenly rang out in the darkness.

"Lockold, there are no survivors"

A light sound full of low extension appeared behind him.

He was not yet accustomed to hearing Hedem's name spoken in a woman's voice.

Among the scents that were fixed in the space by Rocot's body odor, Pandora's was much smaller.

"Rather, it shouldn't have been like this." Haidem's voice was soft and immature. He looked at Pandora, "Right."

Pandora puffed up her cheeks and said, "What should be the way it is? Don't I have the right to interfere in his life, you annoying and stubborn old antique!"

"Annoying and stubborn." Rocot stiffened.

The direction of this conversation is very familiar.

"You know, being cowardly and helpless in trying to save someone is the ugliest thing to do!" Pandora insisted.

"Old man with white beard" Seeing that Rocot was still looking at him, Heiden changed his tone back to normal: "It doesn't matter if he is a person like that."

"What's this and that?" Rocot said, "It's good to save people, and it's right to be cautious, but it's wrong not to save people."

Oh? This familiar tone is indeed as reliable as in my memory, Rocco thought.

"That's childish," Pandora retorted, "You can say this again when you are really faced with a choice."

"I don't have to face the situation you can face..." Roccod thought about the past and realized that he had been forced into desperate situations many times.

"Because I have experienced countless desperate situations in my previous life, but you have only experienced one. You have never faced a choice now. Even if you make the wrong choice and are reborn again and again, it is just a re-start for you. I am really angry when you ask me this. Just choose one when you have to."

That seems to be the case, Rocot thought.

But Pandora's next sentence left him speechless.

"You don't face it because you have a chance to start over. Terrible, you are a piece of shit who will only regret it!!"

“This, this.”

Now that Locot no longer has "reason to regret", he finally understands why so many people worship the idea of ​​regret medicine.

Only when you become a person like that will you understand that thinking about the past over and over again and then regretting it can be said to be like a shadow following you all the time and is unforgettable.

It's really annoying.

Pandora approaches Rocot and says in a high-handed manner: "You want a chance to start over, to take everything back!"

Ok……

Yes, there is.

"Hold! I'm sorry!" He shouted until his body was shaking, and rushed into his heart to try to find this option.

But it was quickly denied.

No, those days are over.

Then what should I do to face each day of my life?

"Sorry, I don't want that opportunity anymore," he said.

"Hey!! Don't you want to do it?!" Pandora exclaimed.

Her vision gradually became blurred, as if a layer of film had formed.

Just as Rocot had restrained his childish expression when he created her, she is treasured deep in his memory.

Then he looked at the passing light with a calmness that was not afraid of life or death. Many years ago, in a nightclub in a city in Odom Country.

"Hey, Black Pants, hurry up, everyone here is too lazy!!!"

"Feel sorry!"

At that time, only the nickname "Black Pants" could cheer him up.

He was running around with his hips up, trying to make more clothes before the nuns came to visit.

Yes, service, industry!!!

Then I met Bu Yu.

However, Ruyi did not tell him her name at that time, but just commissioned him to make some clothes. Even he knew that the eldest lady just felt lonely and boring choosing in this store.

Later that country perished.

His family disappeared along with the royal family who were found unqualified and turned into ghosts and screaming skeletons.

Because of his reasons.

After that, only the immortal body he transformed kept following him, making a lot of noise.

She kept urging him to continue working without taking a break using lines like a spoiled child, and helped him straighten his collar.

He and his side can have partners who have always been a gift from heaven.

The Majesty of the King of Darkness - When Xie Xin was truly facing death, it was the nameless slave with an unknown name who saved him.

Nobody.