Rocot: Reborn

The golden light was like a bolt of lightning that fell from the sky, instantly knocking Alia away. She screamed, and the dagger in her hand flew out of her hand, drawing a horrible arc in the air, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly.

Rocot was stunned by this sudden change. He struggled to raise his head and saw a tall figure bathed in golden light, slowly walking in front of him. It was an old man in a black robe, with long silver-white hair draped over his shoulders. His face was full of traces of time, but his eyes were bright and seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Child, you have suffered." The old man looked down at Rocot, his voice low and magnetic, like an ancient bell striking the depths of Rocot's soul.

Rocot opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He recognized the old man in front of him. He was the legendary guardian of the Shadow Realm - Augustus. Legend has it that Augustus possessed the power of heaven and earth and was the patron saint of the Shadow Realm, but he had not appeared for hundreds of years. Everyone thought he had fallen, but they didn't expect him to appear here.

"Lord Augustus..." Rocot's voice was hoarse and weak, like a whisper from hell.

Augustus smiled slightly, reached out and gently stroked Rocot's cheek. A warm and powerful force instantly surged into Rocot's body, and his injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"My child, I know that your heart is filled with hatred and anger," Augustus' voice seemed to have some kind of magic, which gradually calmed Roccod's originally manic mood, "but it's not your fault, you are just blinded by hatred."

Rocot was silent. He didn't know what to say or what to do.

"Alia's mind has been eroded by the power of 'Him'. She is no longer your sister." Augustus continued, "But you are different. There is still light in your heart. You still have a chance to find yourself again."

"Find myself again?" Rocot smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I have lost everything. What self do I have left?"

"No, you haven't lost everything," Augustus' voice became stern, "You still have yourself! You still have your responsibilities! You are the king of the Shadow Realm, you can't just sink like this!"

Rocot suddenly raised his head and looked at Augustus in disbelief.

"I... I am the king of the Shadow Kingdom?" Rocot's voice trembled. He felt his mind was in chaos. Memories of his past life, experiences of this life, hatred, anger, confusion... all kinds of emotions intertwined together, making him almost collapse.

"Yes, you are the king of the Shadow Kingdom, you are the chosen one, and you are the only one who can stop 'Him'!" Augustus' voice exploded in Rocot's ears like thunder, making him dizzy.

"Stop Him? Me?" Rocot pointed at his nose, his face full of disbelief. "Why should I? What can I do to stop Him? I am just a useless person now!"

"No, you are not useless," Augustus shook his head, his eyes flashing with determination, "You are Rocot, you are the King of Darkness! You possess power that ordinary people can hardly imagine, you just haven't awakened yet!"

"Awaken?" Rocot was stunned. He had never thought that he had any power that could be awakened.

Augustus didn't say anything. He just stretched out his finger and gently touched Rocot's forehead.

"boom!"

Rocot felt as if his mind had exploded. Countless memory fragments, ancient spells, powerful forces... poured into his mind frantically, causing him unbearable pain.

"Ah!" Rocot let out a scream of pain. He felt as if his body was being torn apart.

"Hold on, kid! You have to control this power and don't be consumed by it!" Augustus' voice echoed in Rocot's ears, like a beacon in the darkness, guiding him in the direction of progress.

Roccod gritted his teeth, trying desperately to control the violent force, but it was too strong. He felt like a small boat in the ocean, which could be swallowed up by this force at any time.

Just when Roccod was about to give up, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest. He subconsciously reached out to touch it, but he touched a cold metal plate.

It was a black metal plate with complex patterns carved on it, emitting a faint light.

"This is..." Roccod's eyes widened. He recognized the metal plate. It was something he had been wearing in his previous life. It was a symbol of his identity - the badge of the King of Darkness!

"boom!"

As Roccod held the Dark Night King's badge in his hand, an even stronger force burst out from his body, enveloping him in a black light...

"Hahaha..." Alia suddenly let out a sharp and piercing laugh. She got up from the ground, pointed at Rocot and laughed wildly, "Rocot, do you think you won? You are too naive! Who do you think you are? Do you think you are the savior? You are just a poor creature played by power! In the end, you will be swallowed by 'Him' and become 'Him's' puppet! Hahaha..."

"Shut up!" Rocot roared, he slowly raised his head, black light gushed out of his eyes, and a suffocating pressure instantly enveloped the entire space.

Arya's laughter stopped abruptly, and she looked at Rocot in horror, as if she had seen something terrible.

"You...you..." Arya pointed at Rocot, her lips trembling, but she couldn't speak.

Rokod stood up slowly, his body was wrapped in black light, his expression could not be seen clearly, but from the terrifying aura emanating from him, it could be judged that he was no longer the Rokod who was at the mercy of others before.

"Arya, I once thought of you as my closest person, but I didn't expect that you would betray me and even want to kill me." Roccod's voice was cold and ruthless, like a judgment from hell, "Do you really think that I will forgive you?"

Arya's body trembled even more violently. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything. She could only watch Rocot walk towards her step by step.

"No, don't... don't kill me..." Arya stepped back in horror, but her speed was far slower than Rocot's speed.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Roccod's voice suddenly became gentle, like the whisper between lovers, but Arya felt her blood was about to freeze.

"Because..." Rocot walked up to Arya, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear, "I want you to see with your own eyes how I destroy everything you believe in and how I destroy 'Him's' conspiracy!"

After saying that, Rocot suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Arya's neck and lifted her up high.

"Ah!" Arya screamed and struggled desperately, but Rocot's hand was like an iron clamp, preventing her from moving.

"Just watch, Arya, this is what happens if you betray me!" Rocot's voice was cold and ruthless, like a demon from hell.

After saying that, Rocot suddenly threw Alia out...