Rocot: Reborn

On the "Orihagang Ancient Battlefield" built by the souls of countless dead.

"Hey, you're already dead!"

He mercilessly stepped on the Silver Armor Emperor's face.

This arrogant king was now lying on the ground in a miserable position with his face facing the ground.

“Eh? Eh?”

The Silver Armored Emperor tried to stand up in horror, but he soon fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"No, this is impossible. How could I..."

"You, who are you?"

"I am? Ohhh, I'm a monarch of the Shadowlands!"

Rocot was very surprised by this question.

"But where are you and why are you there?"

Seeing Rokod acting as if it was a matter of course, the Silver Armored Emperor felt even more confused. After all, Rokod in this timeline should have been dead a long time ago.

"Oh, you've heard of me?"

Rokod seemed surprised. He suddenly became interested again and kicked the Silver Armored Emperor far away. "Then let me ask you a few questions!"

“Ah, that!?”

The Silver Armored Emperor was kicked to the ground. He raised his upper body with difficulty and stared at Rokod, whose pupils were shaking violently.

"you know me?"

"Yes, I know it very well. Then let me ask you, what happens when the power of shadow and the power of light meet?"

"Ah, that's what they call..."

Hearing this familiar question, even the man lying on the ground couldn't help but respond.

"That's right! That's what is called... forbidden technology!"

Rocot took over, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.

"What? That can..."

The Silver-Armored Emperor suddenly began to tremble all over as if he had been electrocuted.

"You, you know too much!"

Rocot's eyes became sharp, and he pointed his sharp index finger at the Silver-Armored Emperor on the ground.

"So, you are connected to that organization?"

Rocot's gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing the other person's heart.

“Ah? Ah?”

For a moment, the Silver Armor Emperor was unable to withstand the other party's questioning.

"Yes, that's it!"

Rocot's eyes sharpened.

The Silver Armored Emperor could not bear this kind of pressure, and he fell to his knees involuntarily. His eyes fell on the weapon on the opponent's waist.

"Why do you have that strange stick there?"

"Yeah, that's really, really cool stuff!"

With a playful expression on his face, Rokod slowly approached the Silver Armored Emperor.

He slowly pulled out the weapon from his waist, which was a strange wooden stick that was completely black.

The wooden stick looked unattractive, and was covered with cheap, yellowed patina.

“Don’t, don’t kill me!”

Seeing Rokod draw his weapon, the Silver Armor Emperor turned pale with fear.

"Yes, I am Rocot! The ruler of the future world!"

"What are you thinking about..."

"I was thinking, what is the most elegant posture when killing someone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rocot raised the stick and smashed it down with all his might.

boom!

The stick hit the Silver Armor Emperor's head hard.

Boo!

Along with a burning smell, the stitches on the Silver Armor Emperor's head broke.

Boom!

The lifeless head hit the ground heavily.

Rokod casually threw the black wooden stick into the Silver Armored Emperor's body, then turned and left.

He walked all the way to the edge of the forest, and only after seeing the cabin did a slight smile appear on his face.

"As expected, you are here!"

"What?"

Hearing the familiar sinister voice, Lolita, who was wiping the "Dark Soul Blade", couldn't help but turn her head.

“Tah!”

When she saw this man, Lolita's pupils dilated instantly.

"That man..."

"it's me!"

Rocot walked towards Lolita with a smile.

"I don't know what's going on, but Lolita, I'm back!"

"Rocot, how did you do it? You're still alive..."

Looking at the familiar figure opposite her, Lolita couldn't help but feel excited.

"Yes, I'm still alive, and not long ago, I killed myself in this timeline with my own hands!"

Lolita was a little slow to react when she heard Rokod's answer.

"What?"

"So you accidentally fell into that timeline! There, you met another one, right? This is really..."

"It seems you misunderstood. I didn't meet the other one, because that was another me, and I killed him with my own hands!"

Lolita's eyes widened when she heard what Rokod said.

"What? You said you killed him yourself?"

"Yes, it feels bad, but I hate being killed by others more than surviving!"

Lolita was a little bit unbelievable when she heard Rokod's answer.

She had originally thought that the other Rocot had simply been knocked unconscious and sent back.

But unexpectedly, the other self died instantly.

"I didn't expect that the other me was so weak that he fell down after just one blow!"

After saying that, Rokod smiled and put the Dark Soul Blade on his waist, then took out a bottle of red wine from his arms.

"How about Miss Lolita, do you want to come with us?

Rocot showed a sly smile, took out an elegant long-necked wine bottle from his arms, and shook it tiltedly. Through the sky-colored glass bottle, the dark red wine swayed gently inside.

"How about it, Miss Lolita, do you want to celebrate together the beginning of my new life?" His voice was like dewdrops dripping in the dark night, cold and suggestive.

Lolita frowned, a hint of imperceptible restlessness flashed across her eyes, and then she calmed down. She raised her silver eyebrows slightly and looked at him with a smile: "Lockold, are you going to accompany the enemy, or are you going to raise a glass to celebrate the other party's fate?"

"Oh, are you worried that you will be the next opponent to get hurt?" Roccod pretended to be surprised, then he lightly sighed and shook his head to deny it, "No, Lolita, you and I are both from the Shadow Kingdom, would I attack a companion?"

There was an elusive light in his eyes, as if he was planning a bigger plan. Although Lolita had some doubts in her heart, she knew that this was not the time to argue.

Just as Lolita was about to take the red wine and toast with Rocot, hurried footsteps were suddenly heard outside, followed by a hurried voice coming through the door of the wooden house.

"Lord Rocot, something terrible has happened!"

The two men immediately exchanged a tacit glance. Rocot silently put down the bottle, the sly smile on his face faded, and replaced it with a capable look of waiting to be ordered.

"Come in!" he allowed in a deep voice.

The door was pushed open, and a panting man in black hurried in, his face full of anxiety. When he saw Rocot, he immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.