Rocot: Reborn

These words were like a bombshell, exploding in the hall, and several thoughtful dignitaries showed their awareness in their eyes. The southern border was the most vulnerable line in Rokod's sphere of influence. Now that it had suddenly changed, it undoubtedly gave everyone a reason to be wary.

Roccod seemed to have expected all this. He glanced at the messenger and suddenly stood up. His aura was fully revealed at this moment. "It seems that the performance is finally about to begin."

"Are you planning to go there in person?" asked a noble, unable to suppress his curiosity.

"This is inevitable." The sneer on Roccod's face became even more severe. "The changes on the southern border were a carefully planned scheme. If the conspiracy behind this is not exposed, I am afraid that the future I lead will be nothing but a castle in the air."

The dignitaries present exchanged looks of fear and greed. This sudden change had obviously touched the nerves of each of them. Rocot looked at them expressionlessly, as if he had seen through everything, and waved his hand gently.

"If life has a price, then the rules of the game can also be changed." Rocco's voice calmed down, and he walked out of the hall with firm steps, his robe drawing elegant arcs behind him.

The light in everyone's eyes flickered behind him, and everyone was calculating in their hearts, what kind of future would this sinister and cunning monarch, who had stirred up with his own strength, lead to...

At this time, the conspiracy hidden in the dark has quietly started. What awaits Rocot is not only the disputes on the border, but also the truth about life and death, deception and betrayal hidden in the depths of darkness...

As Rocot's back disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, the eyes of the dignitaries followed him, but they were ultimately unable to catch up with the brightest star in the shadows. Everyone's mood was like the raging sea, with mixed feelings. They knew very well that this man's ability to control the future was far beyond their imagination.

The southern border is as peaceful as ever, with day and night alternating between stars and dusk. The residents of the border town are unaware of the coming storm and continue their simple and ordinary lives. On the grassland outside the town, a group of warriors in the shadows are waiting in full battle formation, their sights fixed in the distance, like the silence of a cheetah before looking for prey.

Suddenly, a dark figure passed through the grassland, his movements were swift and ruthless. He stopped on a boulder, his black robe fluttering in the night wind. It was Rocot. He arrived earlier than anyone else, and he knew that the rules of this game had been quietly rewritten by him.

He cast his gaze into the distance, the light in his eyes was like the coldest star in the night sky, observing every corner expressionlessly. The sudden silence was broken, and a signal-like chirping sound cut through the night sky. It was the messenger of the Shadow Kingdom, a unique method of communication.

At the same time, a masked scout rushed over and knelt down in front of Rocot. "Lord, the situation on the southern border has changed. The enemy arrived earlier than expected. It seems that they already know your plan."

The corners of Roccod's mouth curled up into a barely perceptible smile. His long-planned plan was put to the test again. "It's best to do it in advance. Let them see what the real undercurrent is."

The scout was somewhat shocked, but saw Rokod turn around and give orders, and the shadow warriors around him disappeared into the night, leaving him alone on the stone.

His eyes pierced through the darkness, as if he could see the changes in the future. He said softly, "This world has not seen blood and rain for too long, and has been immersed in a false peace for too long. Now, let me overturn this peaceful order."

The ancient border walls, the silent starry sky, the numerous people, and the upcoming crying and wailing are all under his control. As a monarch, he believes that he will never be dominated by fate, but he is willing to change the rules of the game and manipulate the overall situation at all costs.

As Roccod's real plan was quietly unfolding, a figure appeared silently on the other side of the city wall. His arrival indicated that the game was not going as Roccod expected. A new variable was about to emerge...

Under the star-covered night sky, Rocot's figure seemed to be walking through the darkness like a ghost, his footsteps were steady, leaving a faint trace of frost. His black robe fluttered, and under the vast moonlight, he looked like a phantom flapping its wings and ready to fly. In the Shadow Kingdom, he was the invisible master, the soul that guided the darkness.

Roccod walked quickly through a dilapidated courtyard, leaving only a gust of cold wind. He peered into every corner, looking for hidden hostility. And in his close sight, something seemed to be flashing with a strange brilliance.

A group of ragged beggars were watching a magic screen the size of a telephone booth. The images on the screen kept switching, and it seemed to be broadcasting some important news. Roccod raised his eyebrows slightly. How could these rabble have access to such advanced communication technology? He decided to stop and observe carefully.

"A new border war is about to break out. All major forces please prepare!" On the screen, a well-dressed correspondent announced with exaggerated gestures and tone. Roccod sneered. These paparazzi in the media are always so eager for the excitement of war and the terrifying news.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a subtle voice pierced his eardrums. "Lord, there are unusual movements on the border, and more than one force is ready to make a move." Roccod tilted his head slightly. The voice came from a seemingly inconspicuous young man.

"Well, you know a lot." Rocot was slightly interested and secretly observed the young man.

"Hey, who doesn't know this these days?" The young man scratched his head, looking nonchalant, but Locot caught a gleam in his eyes.

"So what do you think we should do now?" Rocot softened his voice, his signature smile spreading across his lips. He wanted to test the young man's mind to see if he could detect the murderous intent hidden in the dark.

The young man thought for a moment, then answered, "Well, if it were me, I would let these dogs fight each other and then clean up the mess."

Locot's eyes flashed with approval. He didn't expect that this young beggar could be so smart. Just as he was about to continue asking questions, a strange breath suddenly came from behind him, interrupting their conversation.

Turning around, a woman in silver armor and holding a long sword came over. She had a blank expression on her face and a determined look in her eyes. She gave Rokod a warrior salute and said bluntly, "My Lord, I am here to deliver a message to you."

Roccod raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that someone other than his shadow warriors could find him. "Oh, what news?" His voice was calm, but the curiosity in his heart was like a rolling wave.

The woman's silver armor reflected a chill under the night light. She answered calmly, "An unusual traveler will soon arrive on the southern border. His arrival may affect the entire war situation."

Roccod couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this. This news was somewhat beyond his expectations. He leaned forward, as if to welcome more unknowns. "Really? It seems that my "game" has gained another interesting chess piece."

The woman did not stay, but turned and left, disappearing into the night. Roccod stood there, his eyes becoming more and more profound, brewing a new strategy in his mind. In the mysterious rhythm of this future world, he was ready to meet any challenge.

Rocot's shadow spread across the dark market, which was as smooth as a mirror. His steps were like the signature of time, and every step fixed the trajectory of fate. The black market vendors on the streets thought he was just another lost nobleman, but they didn't know that the traveler in front of them held the key to their destiny.

In front of a low-key shop, hurried pedestrians and fading lights shaded each other. Rocot stopped and looked inside through the dilapidated facade. The shop was a secret exchange known only to those who were proficient in it. Information, resources, and even turning points in life could all be exchanged here for Hades Gold.

"It seems we need to make some preparations in advance." Rocot whispered and stepped into the shop, with a thick dark force faintly enveloping his whole body.

The owner of the exchange office was a high-level demon who looked very similar to a human. He was keenly aware of some kind of dangerous aura and raised his head to face the undisguised pressure from Rokod. He looked like a human, but the flames in the depths of his eyes revealed his true nature.

"Lord... My Lord? I am willing to offer all my faith to you." The demon trembled. As a creature of the dark night, he knew that the man in front of him was a top-notch figure even among the black magicians.