Rocot: Reborn

"Destroy the current world?" Roccod frowned slightly. He didn't expect that this power would have such a requirement.

"Yes, destroy the current world and create a new one," the voice replied.

"I see." Rocot nodded. "So, what should I do?"

"You must find the origin of this world, destroy it, and create a new world," said the voice.

"The source?" Rocot pondered, "Does it mean the gods of this world?"

"No, the origin does not refer to the gods, but to the creator of this world," the voice explained.

"Creator?" Rocot was a little confused.

"Yes, Creator. This world was created by a certain existence, and you must find this existence and destroy it," the voice explained.

"I see." Roccod nodded. "Then how do I find this creator?"

"You must seek its traces and find its hiding place," the voice said.

"Well, I'll find it!" Rocot said firmly.

"Well, good luck to you," the voice said, and then disappeared from Rocot's mind.

Rocot stood in the darkness, his eyes like a falcon, looking into the depths of that world through the dense illusion of darkness. His hand tightly grasped the Soul Calling Sword, and the cold light flashed.

Roccod took a deep breath, his heart filled with determination. He wanted to find the creator, find his hiding place, and then destroy him, thus creating a world of his own.

"The world now seems like a complicated web. I want to break it and trace the root of that world." Roccod exhaled deeply, his eyes full of determination.

The deep night was cut by his determination, like a huge piece of black jade being carved, gradually presenting the world in his mind. It was a world, a world that was both familiar and strange, a world full of unknowns.

Rocot took a step forward. He knew that his journey had just begun, and the origin of that world was hidden in the mysterious depths. The curved sword in his hand was like an eagle's wing, breaking through the air and pointing directly to the abyss.

As he walked, the silence that had covered the world for hundreds of years was torn apart, and the scene of that world gradually became clear. Tall mountains, vast forests, complex cities, and the huge castle floating in the air...

Rocot's eyes were like a deer drinking from a stream, straight and deep. He had seen the traces of that existence, hiding deep in the castle floating in the air. He could feel that it was filled with a power that transcended time and reality, deep, sinister, and mysterious.

"No wonder no one in the world can find that existence, because he is hiding in such an unfathomable place." The corners of Rocot's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cunning smile.

At that moment, he had already decided on his next move. He would face the existence called the Root, fight it with his own power, and destroy it. And he would become the new creator of this world.

Rocot's eyes scanned the mountains and then slowly swept across the castle floating in the air. His eyes were full of determination and resolution.

"I will find you, and then I will become the master of this world!" Roccod called softly, his voice echoing in the air.

As his voice fell, the deep night returned again, and the whole world seemed to have fallen into silent silence. He was the only one left, standing alone in the endless darkness, staring into the mysterious abyss.

Rocot looked up at the sky. The voice had disappeared, replaced by the sound of his own breathing, calm and rhythmic.

He held the Soul Calling Sword in his hand, calm and composed. The smoke and clouds dispersed, and everything was a foregone conclusion. He could only walk the future path by himself.

A special kind of determination surged in his heart, and he held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, pointing the tip of the sword straight ahead, flashing with cold light, shooting towards the unknown abyss. He was curious, and even more courageous.

No matter what lies ahead, he is ready. No matter what form that existence takes, he will not give up. Even if he has to destroy this world, he will create a new one.

"In the eyes of the Creator, we are just like ants, but it is precisely because of this that we cannot give up hope. We are his creations, but we have our own thoughts. From a certain perspective, how is this different from the real Creator?"

"But when all of this is destroyed by his own hands, how should we face it? This is not only a trampling on our dignity, but also a blasphemy against his identity as the creator of the world!"

"We must fight until the last moment! This is for our dignity and for the hope of the future! Let us fight together for the coming of dawn!"

……

Waves of angry roars echoed in the air, and the sound waves seemed to tear the entire sky apart. It was the anger of countless people towards the Creator, an anger that was enough to burn everything!

However, as the last ray of fire went out, all the sounds were drowned out by silence. It was as if the whole world had died, and only endless darkness was spreading.

Suddenly, a dark light flashed in the void - it was the ghost of Rocot.

Although his body no longer exists, his will stands again in the form of a soul!

His face was pale, but there was an inexplicable light shining in his eyes.

He floated in the air, looking down at the ruined world, the world that once belonged to us.

"Now, what should he do?" Ava's voice sounded in his mind.

Rocot did not respond because he knew that he no longer had a physical body and could no longer communicate with Ava through his thoughts.

But he will never give up easily.

His will remained firm. Even if he was just a ghost, he would never allow himself to disappear into the void.

He had to find another way to communicate with Ava before his soul completely dissipated.

"What should he do..." he muttered to himself, his brows full of deep thought.

Rocot looked into the distance, and he remembered a sentence he had heard before:

"True wisdom is to be able to find hope in desperate situations when faced with adversity."

He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate all his energy to communicate with Ava from the bottom of his heart.

"Ava, can you hear him?" He called softly from the depths of his soul. That was the deepest communication between him and Ava.

Ava did not respond, but Rocot could feel that the fire of Ava's soul was still burning, waiting for his guidance.

"He can see him, he just doesn't know where he is." Ava's voice sounded in his mind.

The corners of Rocot's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cunning smile.

"Ava, he is in his body, just hidden. He wants to use this method to complete his final mission." He explained his plan to Ava.