Rocot: Reborn

However, Rocot noticed something. Could this sound mean...

"There are dragons in this world?!" The little guy's eyes widened, and his watery eyes moved rapidly. Rocot immediately relaxed his vigilance.

"Very cute," Roccod smiled as usual in his previous life, "Take me there."

Rocot smiled and followed this strange new companion through the desolate ruins. This little guy obviously knew his world very well, while he, once the monarch of the Shadow Realm, was now an outsider who knew little about the future world.

As they walked, the little fellow stopped and pointed to a corridor ahead that was sometimes bright and sometimes dark. Rocot squinted his eyes. There was a strange light spot in the depths of the corridor, as if something was waiting for them there.

"Is this a shortcut?" he asked softly, vaguely able to guess that this was not an ordinary passage.

A hint of cunning flashed across the little guy's eyes, and he barked again, "Woof!" There seemed to be a hint of contempt in his tone, as if he was mocking Rocot's ignorance.

Rocot did not hesitate any longer and stepped into the corridor. The corridor was longer than expected, and the light spots gradually became brighter. Finally, they came to a round room. In the center of the room was a huge crystal ball that emitted a strange light. The light flowing through it was like an illusion from another world, which made people want to stare at it involuntarily.

"What happens after we find them?" Rocot asked. He knew that this crystal ball was no ordinary thing and might be the key to the answers he was looking for.

The little guy raised his head and looked at him with a pair of big, sparkling eyes, "Woof woof!" It seemed to be using some kind of power to convey everything it knew to Rocot.

Rocot listened carefully. He could feel his heart beating faster. He had traveled so many paths in his life, faced so many dangers, and had been haunted by the curse of revenge. At this moment, he seemed to hear the curse and expectation contained in every beat of his heart.

Finally, Rocot understood the little guy's intention, and a sneer appeared on his lips. It turned out that this game was more interesting than he thought. He was looking for more than just the dragon's trajectory - it also involved a huge secret about the future survival of the world.

"Take me forward," Rocot ordered. His eyes reflected the light of the crystal ball, but were deeper and colder than the crystal ball.

The little guy wagged his tail, seeming to be satisfied with Rocot's reaction. He turned around and walked along the other wall, where there was an almost invisible crack in the door that only he could find. The crack in the door slowly opened, revealing a long and narrow passage leading to the unknown.

Rocot took a deep breath, took a firm step, and stepped behind the swaying door. But what kind of obstacles were waiting for him on the road to the unknown abyss? He couldn't help but wonder, this time, would he be plotted against, betrayed, and lose everything again like last time...

Rocot walked slowly into the long, dark passage, and every step reminded him of the betrayal and uncertainty of his past life. Although his heart was filled with dark clouds, his eyes were filled with plans.

At the end of the passage, there was a huge door made of pure black energy. The door was engraved with strange runes, emitting a cold light that made people dare not look directly at it. Roccod stood in front of the door, with a sharp light in his eyes like the cold snow breaking through the winter. He knew that behind this door was the key to his revenge in this life.

"Little guy, what conditions are needed to open this door?" His voice was low and magnetic, like a mixture of the cold dew of the night and the cool moonlight.

The little guy circled around his feet, gently wagging his tail, then grinned and squeaked at the door. Its eyes flashed with seriousness and determination, as if to say that opening this door requires not only strength, but also wisdom and determination.

Roccod exhaled lightly, and stroked the door with his right hand, feeling the powerful force contained in it. He closed his eyes and let his consciousness slowly sink into it. He could feel that all the forces were intertwined and gathered at this moment, as if to tear apart time and space.

Suddenly, the runes on the door began to flash rapidly, and beams of black light emanated from the door, like a meteor shower in the night sky, beautiful and dangerous. Roccod opened his eyes and saw the door slowly open, revealing a deep passage in front of him. Where does this road lead to? Is it the dawn of victory, or the abyss of despair?

"Go in, little one." His voice was calm, but every word was as firm as if it was carved by a knife or an axe.

The little guy obeyed the order and jumped in first. Rocot followed closely behind him, but he was filled with mixed feelings. He knew that every step towards the unknown could be a step towards destruction. But he had no choice. This was his path of revenge and his path to seek the truth.

The door slowly closed, leaving only a tiny gap, as if the door of fate gave him another chance to choose. Roccod knew that this time, no matter whether it was light or darkness that awaited him, there would be no turning back.

The darkness was rippling, and in the intertwined shadows, Rocot vaguely saw the intersection of the past and the future. The end of the passage gradually became brighter, and a burst of dazzling light forced him to block his sight. When he got used to the light again, he was slightly stunned by what he saw.

In front of him was a huge circular arena, filled with spectators of all kinds - some wearing golden armor and holding scepters, some with scars on their faces and fierce breath. The flickering light projected on them almost concealed the excitement and enthusiasm on their faces.

Roccod walked forward amidst the whispers, and he caught a few words - "trial", "king of darkness", "fateful battle". He knew that this trial would be the first real test for him after his rebirth.

"Who wants to challenge?" A sound wave spread across the arena, its sound like thunder, shocking everyone's heart.

Rocot took a step forward, and his figure instantly became the focus of all eyes. "I, Rocot, am the challenger." His voice was not loud, but it was powerful and sharp that could not be ignored.

After an uproar, the ground in the center of the arena began to tremble, and a challenge platform slowly rose up. On it was a long sword that looked ordinary but emitted a faint blue light. The air seemed to be filled with tension and expectation.

The little guy squatted on Rocot's shoulder, his ears twitching and his eyes full of vigilance. Rocot nodded slightly to him, signaling him to leave for the time being.

Rocot walked forward slowly, staring at the long sword, and felt a strange call. He knew very well that this was no ordinary weapon - it was the key to the trial, and also the treasure that could lead him back to the pinnacle of power.

He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips gently touched the hilt of the sword. The cold touch created a sharp contrast with his body temperature, and rays of light began to flow from the sword, surrounding him. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the trial to begin.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up the dust in the arena into the air, blurring the vision. Rokod frowned, thinking this was not only a sign of a battle, but also a mockery of fate. He held the sword tightly in his hand, ready to face the first trial.

But just as the storm was about to come, the arena returned to calm. The wind stopped, the sand fell, and a warrior wearing dark gold armor and with an unrecognizable face walked out of the darkness on the opposite side, holding a weapon that also emitted a faint light.

Fire ignited in Rocot's eyes. This was not only a confrontation of strength, but also a test of wisdom and determination. His heartbeat was as dense as a drum, and his fate was hidden in every collision between steel and fire.