Rocot: Reborn

Watus followed behind him, cautiously, and seemed to be weighing something with every step. He knew that Rocot's desire for revenge was so strong that it could almost burn everything, but he also knew that the technology here should not be underestimated.

"These devices," Rocot's voice suddenly dropped, his eyes sharp as a knife, "What are they about? Is this the kind of power I dreamed of in my previous life?"

"Not only that," Watus stared at him with a hint of imperceptible fear in his tone, "These technologies can change the flow of time, and even..."

Before he finished speaking, a new warning sounded, sharper and more urgent. The lights in the laboratory began to flicker, and a sense of oppression quickly accumulated.

"Waters, what are you afraid of?" Rocot turned around, his eyes as cold as ice, staring straight at Waters.

"My lord, the technologies here... they are not just tools, they have their own consciousness and can sense our intentions." Watus' voice became trembling, "Besides, I'm afraid they have recognized you and know your path of revenge."

Roccod took a deep breath. Facing the unknown threat, his heart was burning. This was the key to his revenge. Here was the power that could bring him back to the top. He knew that no matter whether it was heaven or hell ahead, he had to find out.

They continued to go deeper into the laboratory, each step seemed to be on the beat of fate. Suddenly, a huge metal door slowly opened, revealing more complex equipment inside. Among them, a huge circular mechanical structure occupied the center, and countless small lights on it flashed ominous red.

"This is..." Roccod paused, the scene before him was beyond his expectations.

Watus swallowed and whispered, "This is the Time Gate, my lord. It can open a path to the past or the future, but every time it is activated... there is a price to pay."

Roccod clenched his fists, his heartbeat becoming unusually loud at this moment. This was both an opportunity and a trap, but he knew that he had to move forward no matter how heavy the cost.

Roccod's pace suddenly quickened, and every step seemed to be in the rhythm of his heartbeat, determined to wash away the shame of his previous life. The mechanical structure behind the metal door stood like a giant beast, and the red light flickered between its structures, as if telling unknown secrets.

"Can this time gate really let me pass through it?" Rocot's voice was filled with excitement and eagerness that were difficult to conceal.

Watus followed closely behind, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and worry, "It is indeed possible, but the cost is great, sir. The torrent of history is not easy to control. If you are not careful, the consequences are unpredictable."

Rocot stopped and turned to look at Watus with sharp eyes. "I have died once. For me, nothing is worse than losing everything. I am ready to walk the road ahead."

As the conversation ended, Rocot turned to face the huge door, took a deep breath, and placed his palm on the cold metal surface of the door. The internal mechanical structure began to roar, and along with the sound of the machine turning, the time gate slowly started, and the flickering light in the door gradually became stronger.

At this moment, a warning sounded again from deep inside the laboratory, accompanied by a series of electronic failure sounds. Roccod turned his head and saw an urgent warning code flashing on the screen of a monitoring device, "System abnormality!"

"Look, sir!" Watus pointed at the data stream on the screen. "These technologies not only connect the flow of time, they seem to be trying to connect to an unknown existence."

Roccod frowned, feeling that things seemed more complicated than expected. "Unknown existence? You mean..."

Before he finished speaking, the lights in the entire laboratory suddenly went out, leaving only the faint red light in the time door illuminating the faces of the two. Roccod could feel an unusual aura approaching, and his intuition told him that this power was extraordinary.

Watus looked around nervously, "Sir, we must make a decision quickly. It's too dangerous to stay here."

Roccod's eyes were firm. Although he had thousands of questions and concerns in his heart, his fire of revenge forced him to take a risk. "No, we can't retreat like this. I must find out the truth, even if..."

His words came to an abrupt halt in the tense atmosphere. The atmosphere in the entire laboratory was so solemn that it could almost be touched. The light of the Time Gate became brighter and brighter. At this moment, Roccod decided to take that crucial step.

Rocot stood in front of the Gate of Time. He could feel the power of technology surging through it, like an ancient river, flowing with mysterious and alluring power. He pressed his palm on the surface of the machine, and in an instant, the dormant buttons and lights began to vibrate as if they had gained life, emitting a mechanical roar.

Watus watched nervously from the side, knowing that once the time machine was activated, Rocot's fate would be rewritten again. The entire laboratory was filled with the sound of the equipment starting up, and Rocot closed his eyes, feeling the power of time about to jump at his fingertips.

"I will be back," Rocot whispered, looking at Watus, his eyes revealing coldness and determination, "with my revenge."

He touched the button in the center of the machine, and a red light flashed. At that moment, the red light surged and swallowed him whole. All the equipment around him vibrated, as if welcoming the return of an old master, or sealing an ancient demon.

When the light slowly faded away and the laboratory returned to peace, Watus looked at the door of time, hesitated for a long time, and finally stepped in. He understood that he could not withdraw, and Rocot's road to revenge had extended to the depths of time.

In Roccod's past life, he had memories of these technologies. He remembered that on those nights when inspiration struck, he dreamed of using such technology to reshape his own destiny. Now, this laboratory that once only appeared in his dreams is actually before him. Although it is gloomy, cold, and full of unknown dangers, every instrument and device is like a treasure waiting for him to explore.

Where will he go from here? Time will tell. But one thing he can be sure of is that no matter success or failure lies ahead, he will not stop.