Rocot: Reborn

Darkness, endless darkness. Roccod felt as if he was being swallowed by an invisible beast, his consciousness floating in the endless void. Fear, unprecedented fear, tightly gripped his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe. He wanted to struggle, wanted to shout, but found that he was completely powerless.

"Damn it! What on earth did that crazy woman Claire do to me?!" Rocot roared in his heart, but only a hollow echo came back.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning, and he didn't know how long he had been floating in the darkness, maybe a moment, maybe centuries. Just when he was about to give up hope, a faint light suddenly appeared at the end of his vision.

The light became brighter and closer, and finally enveloped him completely. Roccod closed his eyes instinctively, and when he opened them again, he found himself in an unfamiliar room.

The room was not big, and the walls were made of some kind of milky white metal, emitting a soft glow. In the middle of the room was a metal bed, on which lay a thin figure, with all kinds of tubes inserted all over his body.

"This is..." Roccod was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something and widened his eyes in disbelief, "Could this be me?!"

He subconsciously wanted to walk over, but found that his body was light and weightless. He looked down at his hands and found that they were also translucent, as if they were made of smoke.

"Have I...turned into a ghost?" Roccod muttered to himself, his heart filled with confusion and anxiety.

At this moment, the "Lokod" on the metal bed suddenly twitched violently and groaned in pain.

“Ah…”

Locke was startled and subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him, but found that his hand went straight through the other person's body.

"It's useless. You are just an observer now and cannot interfere with anything in this world." A cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Rocot turned his head sharply, only to find that the room was empty.

"Who? Who is lying?!" Rocot asked vigilantly.

"I am 'Origin', the main control AI of this experimental base." The cold voice sounded again, "Your current state is very special. In simple terms, you are a remnant of the consciousness of subject 001."

"Subject 001? Residual consciousness?" Rocot frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"You don't have much time left, so let me make it short." Origin's tone was still cold, "Experimental Subject 001 is the most perfect genetic creation of this era, with unlimited potential. And you, as the remaining consciousness of the Dark Lord Rocot, will become his best mentor."

"Teacher? Are you kidding me?" Rocot laughed in anger, "You want me to teach a test subject who knows nothing? Who do you think I am?!"

"You have no right to refuse." The voice of "Origin" was calm. "This is your only chance to survive. Either accept it or disappear completely."

Roccod was silent, he knew that Origin had not lied. He was now like a beast trapped in a cage, with no choice but to accept his fate.

"Okay, I promise you." Roccod took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Tell me, what should I do?"

"It's simple. Merge your consciousness with Subject 001, guide him, control him, and make him your tool for revenge."

"Revenge..." Roccod muttered to himself, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Claire, just wait for me, I will make you pay the price!"

"The fusion begins..."

Along with the cold voice of "Origin", Roccod felt a strong suction pulling his consciousness into the body of "Roccod" on the metal bed. His consciousness began to become blurred, and finally sank completely into darkness...

"Well……"

After an unknown amount of time, Roccod slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was an unfamiliar ceiling. He struggled to sit up, but felt a sharp pain in his head, and countless unfamiliar memory fragments flooded into his mind like a tide.

"Where is this..." Rocot covered his head in pain, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"001, you're awake." A young man in a white coat came over with a hint of surprise on his face. "How do you feel?"

Rocot looked at him coldly and said nothing. He knew that from this moment on, he was no longer Rocot, the King of Darkness, but Experimental Subject 001, a puppet controlled by someone.

But so what?

"Claire..." Roccod's mouth curled up into a cold arc, "The game has just begun!"