Rocot: Reborn

Loran seemed quite satisfied with his answer.

"Very good, you will have more possibilities. Remember, your journey is to control the overall situation."

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the end of the crack, as if all the images of the future were compressed here, gathered into a seed, and quickly merged into Roccod's mind.

At this moment, he seemed to be in an endless universe, hearing countless recitations echoing in his ears. Each note contained a secret code of the future era, and they resonated, echoed, and continued.

Rocot tried to use the power given to him to spy on Roland's true intentions, but what greeted him was a huge torrent that drowned everything.

When he opened his eyes again, the crack had closed and Roland's shadow had disappeared, but the knowledge about the future was clearly imprinted in his mind. He reached out and grasped the power in his heart. It was the first time he felt his heart beating so strongly.

"Fate... It's both the end and the beginning." Roccod whispered to himself. The world before his eyes had thawed.

He stood in a culture chamber filled with pale blue light, while researchers in white clothes circled around him, carrying out their work.

His will was contained in the test tube numbered LC001378, an unsuccessful cloning experiment. If it weren't for Loran's intervention, he could have restarted his own era.

The lid of the incubator was opened, and Rokod could actually move his hands and feet. He was fixed in a special culture fluid, with his hands and feet connected, just like being in the mother's womb, simulating the best growth environment. However, all this was not important to Rokod, because he had endured countless more rigorous physical transformations.

The doctors checked his vital signs, the images changed rapidly in his eyes, and the camera fed all this back to the staff in the monitoring room in real time.

The specialist in charge of the test is reporting to the monitoring room: "Subject 1378's physiological indicators are normal, vital signs are stable, and memory input is possible."

The scene suddenly changed in the next second. The whites of Roccod's eyes began to swell. The strong electric pulse almost made him think that he was dead. Destruction and dizziness shook his mind. It was a memory that was edited, mixed, and arranged by humans. It might also be the so-called "life experience". He tried his best to warn himself not to be deceived by the illusion brought by the electric pulse.

Maria Cassady, a sacrificed female agent. Violence, agent, resistance and death are the keywords of her short life, and also the identity given to Rocot at this moment.

Rocot opened his eyes, his bloodshot vision piercing through the blurry light and shadow in front of him. His heartbeat was beating wildly in his chest, and every beat seemed to announce a cry of rebellion. Although his body was fixed in a container filled with thick culture fluid, his consciousness was unusually clear. This state had been repeated many times in his memory, and each time it was for a stronger recovery.

The researchers were operating various devices around the incubator nervously, their faces full of anticipation and nervousness. Suddenly, a sharp alarm sounded in the laboratory, breaking the dull atmosphere.

"Anomaly detected! The subject's brain wave activity exceeds the safe range!" A technician in the monitoring room reported in panic.

Rocco feels his memory being manipulated, his past intertwined with Maria Cassady's identity, and every memory is accompanied by intense pain. His mind becomes blurred under the impact of memory, but his will is extremely firm, and he knows that he cannot give in at this critical moment.

"I am Rocot, not anyone's pawn!" He said to himself, trying to resist the outside world's control over his memory.

The tense atmosphere in the laboratory reached its peak, and the monitoring data kept jumping, showing that the subject's vital signs were under great pressure. The scientists in charge of monitoring exchanged worried glances with each other, knowing that if Roccod's consciousness collapsed, all the experimental progress would be wasted.

Suddenly, a vague figure emerged in Roccod's mind. It was Roland, his old acquaintance and one of the betrayers who led to his downfall. Roland's voice seemed to come from a distance, low and full of temptation.

"Lockold, do you really think you can escape your fate?"

"You are wrong, Roland." The voice in Rocot's heart became more and more determined, "I will rewrite my destiny, starting from this moment."

At this moment, the lights in the laboratory suddenly went out, and the emergency lighting flashed a cold white light. Rocot felt the restraints of the incubator begin to loosen, and his hands and feet were slowly able to move. He knew that this was his chance to escape.

The researchers panicked and tried to restore the control system, but it seemed too late. Roccod pushed open the heavy hatch with all his strength. The strong light hurt his eyes, but he rushed forward regardless. Although his body was still adjusting to the state of recovery, his heart was filled with a clear goal: revenge.

Just as Roccod staggered to his feet, several security guards appeared at the door of the laboratory, holding electric batons. Their goal was clear - to subdue him. Roccod sneered and prepared to meet their challenge. This was his first battle after his rebirth, and it was also the beginning of him proving that he was no longer a pawn controlled by anyone.

“Ding ding ding…”

The life support system connected to Rokod's incubator sounded a series of alarms, and all the lights turned into a glaring red. Rokod's previous stable vital signs had made them relax their vigilance, but at this moment, the mutated hormone levels and nerve conduction speed in his body sounded the alarm, indicating that the system was unstable.

The researchers around him fell into chaos in an instant. Roccod felt his body gradually becoming stronger, his heartbeat perfectly integrated with the technological elements in his blood, this was his new life under the advancement of dark technology. He could even feel the pulsation of the data stream around him, which was an endless stream of numbers and codes, a symbol of this era.

In the monitoring room, the supervisors witnessed it all. They couldn't believe that an experimental subject could produce such a huge change under the reshaping of core technology.

"This is impossible! Isn't he just a genetically modified agent embryo? How could there be such a huge amount of data traffic!" exclaimed a supervisor in the monitoring room.

Roland frowned. Although his betrayal of Rocot and his control over the plan made him appear calm, Rocot's unexpected development obviously disrupted his pace.

"The subject's life signs are about to disappear, the system is unstable, requesting emergency freezing measures!" The technician's shouts became the climax of the chaos.

But before that, Rocot had already found a breakthrough. The cover of the incubator was knocked open by the furious mechanical force, and he released himself from the cage. Like a demon from hell, he stepped into this new world, and the data stream made a slight roar around him. It was the call of future technology and the prelude to his journey of revenge.

The air in the laboratory condensed into an invisible pressure. Rocot's roar echoed between the walls like the growl of a wild beast, threatening everyone who stood in front of him.

The security guards looked at each other, their faces full of hesitation and fear. They were considering whether to retreat, which was undoubtedly a direct recognition of the growing power of Rocot.

A figure flashed by, and Rocot's movements were swift and fierce. A security guard became the first person to come into direct contact with Rocot's anger. At that moment, the security guard's electric baton seemed to be an electric shock, but it brought him severe pain. The current could not pose the threat it should have on Rocot's body. He swung his arm violently, and the man flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the side, his face pale.

"Ha, these toys still want to stop me?" Roccod's voice was full of mockery, "Roland, you only sent such a small number of people to deal with me? It seems that you really underestimated the enemy."