Rocot: Reborn

"Your Majesty, are you okay?" A metallic voice broke the silence. Rocco turned around and saw a man in black clothes and a mask on his face - Fork. This was one of the few loyal people in his life, and also a very important role in his plan.

"I'm fine, Prongs." Rocot's voice was cold, but it contained a hint of fatigue that was barely noticeable. "Our first step is to start from scratch."

Prongs nodded. He knew what Roccod meant by "starting from scratch". Shadowland was once Roccod's most proud masterpiece, but it was destroyed in a betrayal. Now, they want to take it back.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside. Fork lowered his posture and reported to Roccod: "Your Majesty, there is a group of people outside. They claim to be the rulers of the new era and want to see you."

A flash of thought flashed across Rocot's eyes, and then he regained his composure. "Let them in." His tone revealed an unquestionable determination.

Soon, a group of arrogant outsiders stepped into the hall, led by a young man with an arrogant expression on his face. When he looked at Rocot, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Lockold, I have heard of your name. But in the new era, your name no longer has any rights." The young man's voice was full of provocation, "We are here to tell you that your time has passed. Now, this is our world."

There was no expression on Roccod's face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but his eyes showed the silence before a battle was about to break out. All this was no longer unfamiliar to him.

"It seems that my 'return' has caused quite a stir." Roccod's voice was low and charming, "But you seem to have forgotten that there are always some things in this world that will never fade away with time. For example, true power."

After he finished speaking, Rocot slowly stood up. He waved his hand lightly, and the air around him suddenly became heavy, as if all the sounds had stopped at this moment.

The young man's face changed slightly, and he finally realized that the person in front of him was not an easy person to deal with.

At first glance, the outside world is no different from the past, with flashing neon lights and people coming and going. Even from the top of a high tower, one can vaguely sense the vitality of life. However, if one calms down and listens carefully, one can sense the electronic sounds flowing in the air and the energy fluctuations that are not natural. The technology of the future world has surpassed imagination, and even the energy flowing in the air can become a force to control the world.

Roccod closed his eyes and felt it all with his heart. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how lucky is his rebirth, or what kind of fate has come? This time, can he control his own destiny instead of becoming a pawn of fate?

Prong stood aside, knowing the complex emotions in Rocot's heart. As his loyal guard, they had experienced many tragic battles together and stood at the peak of glory together. Now, they will join hands again to take back everything that belongs to them.

"We can start with the latest model of aircraft," Fork tried to pull Rocco back to reality, "With our technology, we can definitely take over the market again."

Roccod opened his eyes, with a sharp light flashing in them. "It is not enough to just occupy the market. We cannot passively wait for everything to happen again. We must take the initiative to recreate our past glory."

"You mean..." Fork narrowed his eyes, and a sharp hint flashed in his eyes.

"Yes," Roccod's voice was cold and low, "We want more than just a superficial technological transaction. We want the core of power."

In his plan, every foreshadowing has been secretly marked one by one. Not only does he want to return to the pinnacle of power, but he also wants to make sure that no one can shake his position this time.

At this moment, an urgent electronic sound interrupted their conversation. Roccod's communicator lit up, indicating an incoming call from an unknown number.

"The Taylor family's deadline has come," a cold voice came from the communicator, "The handover of a new batch of arms is about to begin, and the higher-ups hope you will personally participate."

The corner of Roccod's mouth raised a barely perceptible smile. The exchange of arms was just an appetizer, and the real drama was brewing behind the scenes. He looked out the window, as if he could see through the turbulent city and see the undercurrent hidden behind the prosperity.

"Oh? Really? Then let's proceed according to the plan." Rocot's voice seemed to be chilling. "Another group of clowns have appeared."

The conflict at the bar that night was obviously just the beginning. The Taylor family had set their sights on the bartender, and Rocot also saw the value of him as a marginal figure who could attract the family's attention. In just a few words, a plan to use darkness has quietly taken shape.

It must be said that if he had not been reborn, he would not have had the leisure to personally participate in such a small-role game. But in the future, small characters may also become chess pieces that change the world.

"Your Majesty, what about us?" Fork asked tentatively. He knew that Rocot had a series of plans, and he would once again become the sharpest sword by his side.

"Be patient," Roccod waved his hand, "this game has just begun."

Taylor, this seemingly ordinary name is extraordinary, as if it involves the bartender. The entire imperial capital is like a huge spider web, and a single move can affect the entire body. Any insignificant little thing seems to hide a huge storm behind it.

As night fell, the cameras inside and outside the bar recorded everyone's every move. Roccod's laboratory at the top of the tower had long been one of the highest viewing points in the imperial capital. Here, he could monitor the slightest movement in the entire imperial capital.

"The young master of the Taylor family likes new things," Fork broke his stern image and performed an unknown ancient magic with his hands, "and the bartender may have some special secrets that aroused the young master's interest."

"Secret..." Roccod murmured, looking at the screen. In the screen, Scarface and a few others were walking around the street corner. "That bartender is not simple. Since Scarface attacked him, he first showed his face in public, and then had frequent contact with Scarface."

Roccod narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand to press the fork, signaling it to stop. The screen stopped at the moment when the bartender and Scarface were getting closer, but the bartender's figure was inexplicably blurred, as if covered by a layer of fog. Roccod tapped the screen lightly, his fingers tapping the bartender's abdomen intentionally or unintentionally.

"He is definitely not an ordinary bartender." Roccod raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "That location... is the location of the new energy storage device."

The wind with an unusual smell slid in through the window. Roccod touched it with one hand, and it turned out to be a document. The camera still locked on the bartender recorded everything. His behavior seemed to have become abnormal since tonight.

"Interesting," Roccod chuckled. He looked at the waving bartender, then watched Scarface and the others break into the old apartment. "He has lost contact with Scarface, which means it's time to close the net."

Roccod's voice was cold. Apparently, he was a little interested in this bartender who replaced the death row prisoner. Such a drastic change was nothing more than a ghost dancing in the dark night of the empire, trying to stay alive in this game.

"Fork," Rocot thought for a moment and turned back to call Fork, motioning him to come over, and whispered, "Since you are so anxious to show up, give him a little sweetness first."

"Then our plan..." Fork's eyes gleamed with excitement. He knew that Rocot's plan should not be underestimated.

"Plan?" Roccod raised his eyebrows, with the shadow of the future world in his eyes.

"Everything in this game is part of the plan."

"The Rebetsa family." Roccod's voice was filled with suppressed anger, and he put aside the information of the Rebetsa family. This family was once an ally of the Shadow Realm, but it also betrayed him before he was reborn.

The secret room was now filled with information about various families. Which former ally had turned into a betrayer? Which former opponent had become a true ally? All of this was a carefully planned game. However, he would no longer be a pawn in this game.

The silver chain symbolizes the ability to control one's fate - the shackles that control one's fate. In his previous life, he put on this necklace, and then gradually became a captive of the dark energy and a slave to darkness. Now, he has accumulated strength and put on this chain again, and he will never succumb to darkness again.

He and Fork sorted out the final list and looked out the window solemnly. This day was the handover day of the Taylor family, which coincided with the day of the murder in his memory. Roccod knew that the ominous signs of that day were constantly happening in this reborn life, but this time, he had the possibility to change the plot.

They all came, and everything seemed to be repeating itself. Rocot coldly watched the Shadow Kingdom forces that were close at hand as bait, as well as the families that were ready to make a move. A war seemed to be just around the corner.

"The time is almost here." Rocot took a step forward. Before lifting the veil of death, he had somewhere to go and something to unfinish.

After getting rid of the annoying Rebetza family, Rocot knew that his plan could finally take off.

"Come here, Forky." Rocco turned on the flashlight, and the dark secret room was like a huge maze, and the entrance gradually appeared.

"Where are we going, Your Majesty?" Fork followed on both sides.

Rocot smiled, "Go to where fate has left us."

Under Roccod's stern questioning, in the cold cell, the girl's eyes finally fell, as if she had finally found her guilt, and she timidly answered "yes". The light in Roccod's eyes cut through the darkness like a blade. He knew that the girl in front of him was called Ivy, and she was once a child of a noble family.

"After all the hardships, now I will pass on my identity to you. In my name, I will grant you the honor of being willing to obey." Roccod looked at Ivy with a warm gaze, "From now on, you will no longer be the last one in the noble district. You will become the supreme ruler of the Dark Night Empire, my dear sister - Heroic Spirit Ivy."

In the cold wind outside London, Roccod's coat and hat blocked the golden evening. When the noise of children was stopped by shouting, the joy of ordinary families became the most gentle corner of the empire. A madman, a dwarf, a shame that could not be brought to the banquet table, now danced on the edge of a knife, like a poet sneering at fate in the wind.

"Hamlet, remember this: a family cursed by the dead will exist in every reincarnation." The strange teacher had already broken away from destiny. He stared defiantly and coldly at the warrior who had wandered outside of fate countless times.

Rocot, who controls people's destiny, decides that the trap will be revealed starting from Hamlet's life.

Countless shadows of the front line bloomed from that afternoon of laughter and conversation. When human tongues were still trembling, Ivy and Hamlet resolutely plunged into the war. Death is the most peaceful resting place for every soldier who charges on the front line. Light is no longer sacred, and darkness, like a broken phantom, finally finds its birthplace.

Rocot and Forky, who have also awakened, are involved in the war of the past, present, and future of mankind. With the remaining blood of mankind, they become the guides of darkness, and with the last stubbornness of mankind, they sentence the gods and fate to death. In the place of origin, fate is mixed, and the final battle record is over. They rebel and turn this sacred war into their own arena.

This is the kingdom of shadows. The light is gradually gathered together, but Rocot is spreading like a virus among the big families. Everyone seems to be meeting secretly, planning the division and rise of new "empires". The desire for revenge has already sprouted in Rocot's heart. He seems to be like a match, easily rubbing out a short flame for burning. It's just that this war with huge energy is prepared for him.

"Closing the net."

The ancient spell, Rocot still remembered what was blocking his ability. He floated towards the chain around his neck as if meditating, and breathed softly, "Open your gift - the silver chain."

A ball of light grew bigger and bigger, and then exploded with a "bang". The moment the void exploded, the ball of light spread into the blood of all mankind. The originally chaotic situation became clear at this moment. The broken people were caught by the exploded void, crossed out, and then put together again.

The nothingness that struggled between existence and nothingness returned to existence; the desire that wandered between chains and freedom finally grasped the blade. Every heart, like a good child, gradually revealed its original appearance.

As the knot of the Empire tightened again, the silver chain fully demonstrated its ability to restrain those who were restless.

Everything finally became clear, and everything finally found its true home in Rocot's silver chain - Rocot was just participating in a game of "performance".

At the moment when the void exploded, Roccod was surrounded by light, and his smile was like cold moonlight, revealing endless gloom. He looked down at the hell in front of him that had been bound by silver chains, and an arrogant and cruel smile appeared on his face. He knew that the real game had just begun.