Rocot: Reborn

Claire felt as if her brain was being clamped by a pair of rusty iron pliers, and the intense pain made her eyes go black. She gritted her teeth and tried her best to resist this invading force, but this mental force was like a maggot attached to her bones, constantly eroding her consciousness.

"Give up resistance, little girl." The shadow's voice echoed in her mind, with a hint of teasing and cruelty, "You are too weak to compete with me."

Claire groaned, and beads of sweat fell from her forehead, but she still did not give up the resistance. She mobilized the remaining magic power in her body and tried to expel the invading spiritual power.

"What a tenacious little thing." The shadow seemed a little surprised by Claire's resistance, but his tone was more of disdain, "But, you will only make yourself more miserable by doing this."

As the black shadow finished speaking, the mental power suddenly increased. Claire felt that her consciousness was gradually becoming blurred, as if she would be swallowed up by this power at any time.

"Damn it!" Claire cursed in her heart. She knew she couldn't go on like this, otherwise she would really become Black Shadow's puppet.

In a desperate situation, Claire made a bold decision. She no longer resisted the invading mental force, but took the initiative to open her consciousness and let the force flow in.

The shadow obviously didn't expect Claire to do this. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Little girl, are you crazy? You dare to open your consciousness to me? You are courting death!"

Claire ignored the shadow's mockery and focused all her attention on the invading mental force. Although this force was powerful, it was full of chaos and violence, like a wild beast out of control, wreaking havoc in Claire's consciousness.

"Now!" Claire seized the opportunity, transformed a strand of her mental power into a sharp blade, and stabbed it fiercely at the violent mental power core.

"Ah!" The black shadow let out a painful scream. It was obvious that Claire's attack had caused him considerable damage.

"You..." The shadow's voice became intermittent, full of anger and disbelief, "How dare you..."

Claire didn't give him any chance to breathe. She mobilized all her mental power, transformed it into countless sharp blades, and frantically attacked the invading mental power.

"I will kill you!" The black shadow let out an unwilling roar, but his voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely from Claire's consciousness.

Claire successfully expelled the black shadow's mental power, but her own mental power was also exhausted. Her eyes went dark and she fainted on the ground.

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"Hmm..." Claire opened her eyes dazedly and found herself lying in an unfamiliar room. The room was dimly lit with only a dim oil lamp emitting a weak light.

"Are you awake?" a deep voice sounded in Claire's ears.

Claire turned her head and saw a tall figure standing beside the bed, with his back to her, so she couldn't see his face clearly.

"Who are you?" Claire asked warily. She struggled to sit up, but found that her whole body was sore and weak, as if she had been beaten severely.

"You don't remember me?" the voice said with a hint of amusement, "It seems that my masterpiece is more successful than I thought."

Claire was shocked. She tried hard to recall what happened before she fell into a coma. Suddenly, the hideous face of the black shadow and the powerful and evil mental power flashed through her mind.

"It's you?!" Claire exclaimed. She sat up suddenly, but because of her big movement, the wound on her body was pulled, and she gasped in pain.

"Don't be nervous, little girl." The figure slowly turned around, revealing a handsome and evil face. It was Rocot.

"You..." Claire widened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, "Why did you do this?"

"Why?" Rocot chuckled. He walked to the bed and looked down at Claire, his eyes full of teasing and mockery. "Because I want you to be mine, completely mine."

Claire felt a chill down her spine and subconsciously tried to step back, only to find herself cornered by Rocot with no way to escape.

"What do you want to do?" Claire's voice trembled slightly. She could feel the dangerous aura emanating from Rocot, like a beast awakening.

Rocot didn't say anything. He reached out and gently stroked Claire's cheek, his eyes full of greed and possessiveness.

"Don't worry," Roccod's voice was low and hoarse, like the whisper of lovers, "I will make you feel unprecedented happiness..."

Claire felt sick and her stomach churned. How dare this man, no, this monster, talk about "happiness" in such a frivolous tone? She was not a toy to be manipulated by others.

"Take your dirty hands away!" Claire turned her head away suddenly, avoiding Rocot's touch, her eyes full of disgust and anger, "Who do you think you are? You think you won?"

Rocot chuckled and withdrew his hand. "Win? My dear Claire, this is just the beginning. You will soon understand that resisting me will only make you more miserable."

Claire took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She knew that now was not the time to act rashly. This man was ruthless, insidious and cunning. She would only suffer if she confronted him head-on. She had to find his weakness and seize the opportunity to fight back.

"What do you want?" Claire asked coldly, staring at Rocot sharply, trying to find a flaw in his face.

"I want you to be mine," Rocot pressed closer and closer, trapping Claire between the wall and his body. "You belong to me, body and soul. I want you to forget the past, forget everything, and only remember me and desire me."

He leaned over, and his hot breath sprayed into Claire's ears. "I will let you experience unprecedented happiness, the kind of happiness that goes deep into your bones and is unforgettable..."

Claire shuddered, not out of fear, but out of disgust. This man was like a poisonous snake, spitting out his tongue, trying to paralyze her nerves with sweet words and finally devour her.

"You're dreaming!" Claire raised her knee and rammed it hard into Rocot's abdomen.

Roccod groaned, obviously not expecting Claire to be able to fight back in this situation. He took a few steps back, holding his stomach, with a hint of viciousness flashing across his face.

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to pay me back!" Roccod gritted his teeth and said, "It seems like you really want to have a taste of my power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the room suddenly began to flicker, the air around them became distorted, and a powerful mental force swept in like a storm, wrapping Claire tightly.

Claire felt a splitting headache, her vision was blurry, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. She wanted to resist, but found that her mental strength was suppressed by Rocot, like a candle in the wind, and could be extinguished at any time.

"It's useless, Claire," Roccod's voice echoed in Claire's mind, like the whisper of a devil, "I have completely destroyed your mental power. You are now just a body at my mercy."

Claire closed her eyes in despair. Was she really going to let this devil control her?

At this moment, Claire suddenly felt a burning sensation in her chest, and an unfamiliar power emerged from deep within her body, instantly breaking through Rocot's restraints.

"Ah!" Roccod screamed, looking at Claire in disbelief, "This is impossible! How could you..."

Claire opened her eyes, her pupils turned a strange purple, and a powerful force surged in her body, as if to tear everything apart.

"What did you do to me?" Claire's voice became cold and strange, as if she had become a different person.

"I..." Rocco looked at Claire in horror. He felt an unprecedented fear, a power he had never seen or felt before. It seemed to come from the abyss of hell.

Claire walked towards Rocot step by step, with a wicked smile on her face, "Now, it's my turn..."