Rocot: Reborn

"Locked? It's really hard to find you." The man's voice was full of majesty. Locked thought he could control his expression, but it still changed slightly involuntarily.

"Who are you?" Roccod thought to himself that he had to be careful, but he did not show his weakness and his tone was cold and hard.

"Don't be nervous, we are not enemies." The man chuckled and took off his hood, revealing a deep face. "It was your loyal subordinates who asked me to find you. Do you still remember Mage Tana?"

Tana... that loyal but weird old guy. Rokod's heart moved, but his eyes were still cold: "How is he now?"

"Everything is fine. We are waiting for your return to take back your throne." The man's tone was filled with unquestionable certainty.

Roccod's lips curled slightly, and a cunning light suddenly flashed in his dark eyes. He instinctively knew that in this world where fantasy and technology are intertwined, no one gives gifts for no reason.

"Take me to see Tana." Rocot looked at the other party provocatively, not hiding his doubts and bellicosity at all.

The man spread out his palm and waved it towards Rocot. Suddenly, a cloud of black mist spread between them. When the black mist dissipated, Rocot was speechless for a moment when he stared at the scene in front of him. They were no longer in the same place, but standing in a huge hall full of complex magic circles. At the deepest part, a white-haired old man greeted them with a smile.

"Welcome home, my king." The old man's voice was trembling a little, but it was also filled with immense respect and loyalty.

Roccod took a step forward, his plan in mind becoming more determined. Tonight was the beginning of his revenge...

As Roccod stepped into the interweaving of light and shadow, an unknown force was watching all this in the dark, waiting quietly, waiting for the opportunity to lead this avenger to a fate that no one could predict.

Tana looked at Rocot who was approaching, with a complex and profound light flashing in his eyes, like a guardian angel watching his believer who had lost his way.

"My lord, you seem... a little changed." Tana whispered softly, his face full of undisguised worry.

Rocot paused, took a deep breath, and then spoke in his usual tone, firm: "It's just a new body, my heart still belongs to the darkness."

After saying that, he slowly walked to Tana, put his hand on the old mage's shoulder, and shook him gently, saying, "Don't worry, I don't think there is any harm in this."

Tana shook his head, his old eyes gleaming with wisdom: "Your soul has indeed not changed, but the battles and sacrifices in your memory..."

"Fighting and sacrifice?" Rocot repeated these words, a sarcastic smile on his lips. "That's just a legend for future generations to sing."

"No...it's more than that." Tana seemed to be trying hard to hide something from his monarch, "Those legends are not just rumors, and..."

His words stopped abruptly, and he glanced at the man who brought Rocot. He saw the other party waved his hand gently, and two guards in blood-red robes appeared in the field.

"We can talk later, King. You need to rest now." The man leaned slightly towards Rocot.

Rocot stared at the man, then turned to Tana and said, "As you wish, I will rest, but before that, I want to bathe in the starlight."

After he finished speaking, Rocot broke free from the man's hand and walked forward step by step until he stood at the top of the castle's highest tower. In front of him was endless darkness and starlight, and in his ears were the whispers of the wind and the distant chirping of insects.

He was not wrong, the guy named Tana was hiding something, maybe it was a key to his memory, or even the ending of his previous life. But Roccod was not in a hurry, he knew where he was and what his goal was.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, felt the faint smell of earth in the wind, and felt the unfamiliar vitality in his body. When he opened his eyes, he was already the cold-blooded, scheming King of the Night.

He knew that all this was just the beginning of a long road of revenge. He had gained a new life on the first journey, and now, he would redefine his own darkness in the second conquest...

With a grim smile on his face and his arms outstretched, Rocot looked up and called out to the night sky, like a bard in a dark world, whispering the hymn and fantasy of an avenger: "Tonight belongs to me, world, open your eyes for me..."

In the alternation of starlight and clear light, his voice was full of confidence and determination, as if announcing: He is back, with memories of his previous life, and uncontrollable anger and ambition.

"So, why me?"

Roccod's voice echoed in the empty training ground. The man in front of him did not speak. He just bowed slightly: "Because you have the most perfect attributes."

The man paused and continued to explain: "First of all, you are the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom, the son of darkness and night. The name of the Dark Lord has absolute deterrent power in war. At the same time, you have the purest affinity for the dark element, so you are the only hope to open that door."

"But what happens behind that door?"

Rocot drummed his fingers on the table with interest.

"Unpredictable." The man answered him with a very short word.

"..." Rokod fell silent. He knew that the "door" the man was talking about was the holy object that the Dark Night Empire and the Holy Light Alliance had been fighting against for hundreds of years: the "Gate of Holy Light".

Hundreds of years of war and slaughter all stem from this legendary holy object made by the Supreme God himself. The "Gate of Holy Light" has the power to release the "holy light", which is a terrifying force that can completely eliminate all dark elements. It is with this power that the Holy Light Alliance has been able to remain undefeated in the long war. The corresponding "Gate of Darkness" is considered taboo because this technology is the only holy object obtained by the Shadow Kingdom ruled by Roccod in his previous life after hundreds of years of blood and tears war. Due to the lack of correct usage, the power of the "Gate of Darkness" has always been a mystery, and after Roccod's death, the door was sealed and became the last trump card of the entire world.

"What makes you think I'll help you open the [Holy Light Gate] and then use it to fuck me?"

Roccod glanced at the man's face with a playful look. He seemed to already know the other party's second half of the plan.

As expected, the man did not stop his narration: "As a reward for helping us open the [Gate of Holy Light], we will help you, the monarch, regain everything you have lost. You will become the monarch who rules the entire world, and the Holy Light Alliance will submit to your shadow."