Rocot: Reborn

The flames of war burned fiercely in the land of the future, and the trials and punishments that had once made Roccod truly despair were now replayed in his mind. Every bullet fired by a soldier, every whistling fragment, seemed to be retelling the crimes committed for him, and this process was by no means just a painful experience.

However, the experience of Rocot, who was reborn this time, was destined to be different from the past. He chose another path, which was to unite - ignorant of the bloodshed that had once flowed like a river. At this point in the war, all the processes of revenge were forced to stop. More passers-by with complicated experiences appeared in his life. They might be humble or have made no achievements, but he saw from them the strength that he should draw from.

The opposite of all light, those who are shrouded in darkness, those souls who long for salvation. Rocot takes the gods into a world where their power has disappeared. They are facing a brand new Rocot - he is no longer the king of the dark night, but their savior.

The broken revelation burst out in his heart, and he stood in front of everyone again. The world has changed, and he has also changed his heart. And this world really needs a savior, no matter how misunderstanding it will encounter or how heavy the responsibility is.

Rocot's wailing reached a new climax, and the Administration was wavering between fear and hesitation. What they longed for was not simple plunder or domination, but another long-lasting chaos. They were looking forward to the challenge they had raised, which was people's desire for intelligence. They would worship scientists as if they believed in gods. Their pursuit of knowledge and truth would become a new hell, and they would make more people taste unspeakable words and pain in this field.

After Rocot gained all of this, he was horrified to find that the power had overflowed the forbidden area. He clearly kept recalling the image of using forbidden techniques to seal it in his previous life, and this time, even though he knew the outcome, he was still at a loss. So he quietly left the stage of world history, and in the indescribable darkness, Rocot began another earth-shaking duel with his old enemy.

But his allies obviously won't wait for this unclear outcome. They say he has shaken his faith in humanity and is no longer neutral, which is a heinous crime. What they say makes sense. If everyone can control this technology, it will inevitably lead to a surge in crime and the destruction of public order.

The members of the parliament had foreseen the horrible future. Indeed, for the parliament, the truth was too absurd, and death was the most easily understood answer in this world. When it ensured that people knew the nature of this world, they realized it was time to end this farce.

And the moment Roccod questioned the meaning of this world, he created this desperate planetary confrontation. From the moment his soul was moved to the parallel universe, it obeyed the strange belief deep in his soul as if possessed by a demon.

This went on and on, and in the endless cycle, Rocot gradually came to the answer. This massacre was a gathering born by some coincidence, gathering together every force on the verge of extinction. They had already sacrificed their rebellious bodies and souls to the Lord of Destruction, and Rocot was just one of the chosen ones.

Roccod's eyes flickered in the darkness, like a shadow swaying under the blood moon, cold and unpredictable. He stood silently on the top of the ruins, isolated from the world. This corner abandoned by the future world has become his starting point.

"I need strength, otherwise everything will be in vain." Roccod's voice was low and full of firm determination. He couldn't remember how many times he had cycled through this inescapable maze.

He walked forward, each step seemed to crush the fragility and struggle of the past. He walked into the forgotten laboratory. This was the holy place where he had created glory and fought against fate, but now only ashes were left.

On the experimental table, scattered parts and dim screens tell of the end of an era. Roccod walked towards the device eroded by time. He gently touched a button, and a wisp of green smoke rose up. He smiled slightly, which was the indifference and distance of the controller.

"Master, the system has been started up and is waiting for your instructions." The device made a hoarse and mechanical sound, and then revealed a series of complex runes and data interfaces.

"Ella, I need you to find them for me, those fragments of the dying power." He gave orders to the illusory image in the darkness.

"Submit or die. These are your only choices." Rocot's words were filled with determination and silent hegemony.

With the flickering of every rune he directed, the abyss of the universe seemed to be under his control. Those shadow creatures that he once ruled have now become victims of his revenge.

However, when a dot on the screen lit up, Rocot's eyes suddenly focused. There, a strange yet familiar power was flickering. He suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if a nightmare he had experienced countless times was coming back again.

He clenched his fists, the doubts in his heart like a hazy fog. Is that beam of power the key? Is it the end, or the beginning of a new reincarnation?

At this moment, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the laboratory, heavy and rhythmic, a pace pattern that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Rocot turned around, his eyes sharp, and saw a figure walking out of the darkness with an incredible expression on his face.

"Really, is that you, father?"

As soon as he appeared, a man in old and patched clothes said this to Rocot.

Rokod frowned and stared at the chief of the "Supreme Zero Realm" in front of him. His expression did not change at all, just like the strict and violent father in his memory.

"You have been resurrected?" A gleam of light flashed in Rocot's sharp eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I just... woke up." There was a tone of torture when he said this.

"But, I seem to have had a very long dream recently... In the dream, I was the leader of the "Supreme Zero Realm." He seemed completely unaware, which gave Roccod an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

"You don't know? Code, my son, haven't you ever had contact with me who has the same consciousness as me?" He showed an extremely confused expression, and gave answers that depended on different timelines with Roccod.

"Do you remember how you died?" Rocot asked his question anyway. He observed his father's every move keenly and silently.

"Was you plotted against by my brother? You can believe in fate, but don't use it as an excuse not to distinguish right from wrong. I know better than anyone that all falsehoods and truths, all sins and sacrifices are necessary." His words suddenly brought back the memories in Locot's heart.

He suddenly seemed to realize something, and subconsciously reached into his pocket and took out a hard and cold object. It was the necklace his brother gave him.

"Necklace... Do you remember how the necklace came about? How should it be used?" Rocot's words seemed to distract him, and his mind flowed through the secrets of countless universes.

"This...it came from my mother, the woman who couldn't utter a word when she died. You have always cherished this necklace because it is the last relic left by my mother." He hesitated for a moment, and continued: "As for the function...you can use it to unlock the true secret of the "Supreme Zero Realm". So, do you think I will miss this opportunity to solve all the mysteries?" He handed over something with a half-smile on his face.

It was an old parchment. When he unfolded it, Rocot saw unknown characters and formulas written on it. Without saying a word, he took out another wooden box of the same size from the safe in the room and opened it. The contents were relatively simple, with only a strange light source trapped in a heavy glass container.

"If time can really be cut, then the time I spent fighting alongside you will definitely be divided into the best years. This is your wish, and also the expectation of my betrayed brother." Roccod stared at the beam of light sent into the instrument, which began to brew a roar from the abyss in the center of the reactor. "But I only want one truth."

He operated the computer, and after pressing a few keys, there was a deafening roar. The two of them held their respective beams tightly, feeling the power of the light side and the dark side. In an instant, the unprecedentedly powerful soldiers took over the fortress, and the power at the disposal of each person began to tilt the balance in favor of the rebels.

Moving forward in silence and falling, being worshipped and insulted to the top, the beam in Rocot's hand is leading the battle to a better situation and minimizing the damage. At the same time, as the dark side, he has transcended the usual historical trajectory and is frequently mentioned and praised in the cycle of paradox.

"That's it, my dear brother." Floating under the platform, he glanced at the other self from the corner of his eyes, and a sense of déjà vu bound his hands and feet. It was like a nightmare that would repeat endlessly no matter what choice they made.

"I understand. You think the price of revenge is bearable. But you are still trapped in this ridiculous disaster." Rocot's stubbornness offset the chaos of the headless matrix. The light flashing in his eyes seemed to draw energy from the void. He would eventually break the seal and begin to impose his rule on this land.

Two brothers who were outside the movement of celestial bodies, two warriors who rebelled against the pull of fate, and two absolute men who were born to plunder and scheme, joined this earth-shaking action to force the emperor to abdicate.

"Before you feel lost, come and share the world with me." Rocot stared at his reflection in the void, and he smiled faintly.

"Yes, the moment we know the truth." He answered, pointing the sharp blade in his hand, which was stained with the enemy's blood, at himself in the mirror.

Yes, this miserable man who was plotted against by his closest relatives, the avenger who was teased by fate, finally broke the shackles of illusion. In this absurd tragedy, Roccod and his companions will finally uncover the ultimate secret of the "Supreme Zero World" and create a new life out of control. His ambition is by no means to be the overlord of one planet, but to let the light of the new order shine in every corner of the universe.

Under the neon-lit skyline, the flames blazing in the ruins cast a shadow of a person. The bright silver hair glowed ominously in the moonlight. It was Rocot, the former monarch of the Shadow Kingdom, but now a lonely ghost.

"How ridiculous! How can I, Rokod, be the king? How can I end up so miserable?" He sneered, looking around at the ruin and silence. On his chest, a broken necklace emitted a faint blue light. It was his mother's relic and his only support now.

"Take it all back again?" he muttered, his knuckles cracking in his clenched fists.

Just as Roccod was immersed in the resentment and anger of the past, a voice sounded in the darkness, faintly, but with irresistible power. "Do you desire power? Roccod, do you want to take control of your destiny again?" The voice was like a temptation from the deep dark night.

Rocot looked around alertly, and finally locked onto a vague figure. "Who?!" His voice revealed murderous intent.

The shadow gradually approached, and a faint light shone from its body. "I'm looking for you." The shadow spoke, and his voice seemed to be close at hand, yet seemed to come from a distant star.

Roccod felt a strange attraction, which symbolized endless possibilities. "What are you?" He was alert, and his desire for survival and revenge continued to rise.

Shadow smiled, "I am your second chance, the knowledge of the past, and the key to getting back on top."