Rocot: Reborn

Rocot walked out of the dim tavern, his face full of conspiracy and resolute determination. The night wind blew up his black robe, and the neon lights on the street reflected a psychedelic light on his glasses. His heart was so raging, and he was ready to make those betrayers who squandered his trust never rest in peace.

The city at night is like a forest blessed by magic, but he is the most vicious predator here. As soon as Roccod stepped into the crowded public area, he caught some amazing whispers. It seems that the secrets of "ghost technology" are no longer so safe, and the forbidden technology they have mastered to change the world order has begun to spread in the dark.

But he is not the only one who knows this information - a group of men in black are also looking for clues to this technology, and they will be dangerously close to the edge of taboo. Roccod vaguely heard their conversation, low and guarded, and one voice revealed surprise and fear that he was still alive.

"Isn't he already dead? How can he still..."

"Be careful what you say, that Rocot. He won't let us catch our breath easily."

As they were discussing nervously, one of them suddenly noticed Rocot's presence. As everyone's terrified eyes met, Rocot smiled slightly. In this game, he always liked to give the enemy the greatest fear.

His flickering eyes left no trace of emotion, only bottomless darkness and plans. Walking out of the crowded area, Rocot hid in the shadows and came to an abandoned warehouse. This would be his temporary hiding place and the starting point of his revenge plan.

In this chaotic era, the former monarch will return to the top. Roccod has long remembered all the betrayals and deceptions. His heart is so cold that in the night of this city, he seems to be able to hear the heart sounds of those who disrespect him. Their trembling notes are the most beautiful symphony for him.

At this time, a mysterious and powerful being enters the warehouse, bringing with him a deeper secret about "ghost technology". This encounter deep into the night is a new chapter in Rocot's road to revenge. The wheel of fate of future history begins to turn slowly, and in the near future, Rocot's name will shock the world again...

In a corner of the future world, there is a dark tower that rises high into the sky. It is the symbol of the Shadow Kingdom and the palace where Rocot once ruled everything. However, the tower now looks dilapidated and is surrounded by densely packed machine guards. Apparently, someone is trying hard to turn this place into their own territory. But they don't know that a conspiracy has been brewing in secret.

At the edge of the city, in an abandoned laboratory, a plain-looking figure quietly opened his eyes. These eyes, deep and filled with the haze of the past, belonged to Rocot.

The corners of Roccod's mouth slightly raised into a cold smile, he remembered how he lost everything in a set-up. His power, his status, his country, and even his life were taken away by those he once trusted. But now, he has a chance to be reborn, and everything will be different.

He stood up quietly and looked around. This abandoned laboratory was filled with a strange atmosphere. Various technological equipment were scattered in the corners, some of which were still flashing a dim light. Roccod's eyes fell on a machine that looked ancient. Its surface was covered with dust, but some etched words could be vaguely seen - "Ghost Technology".

This word made Roccod's heart tighten. In his memory, ghost technology was a forbidden technology that was banned by the world and had the power to change the world order. Obviously, this abandoned laboratory was not a simple relic, but a huge secret hidden.

Rocot decided to investigate further, but at this moment, footsteps were heard outside, followed by a tense conversation.

"There shouldn't be anyone here..."

"Don't be careless. That Rocot is a powerful character. I heard he's not dead yet..."

Two men in black entered the laboratory cautiously. Their goal was obviously "ghost technology". Roccod hid in the shadows, and the smile on his face deepened.

Darkness and disappearance are the eternal themes of this abandoned corner. The few remaining lights shine through the broken windows, accompanied by the endless creaking of the machine. A cold light flashed across Roccod's deep eyes. He followed the cracks on the wall and approached the strange instrument silently. Dust and time have engraved a silent history on this machine, and the words "Ghost Technology" seem to tell unknown secrets.

"Hmph, you noisy piece of scrap metal. I really want to kick you to pieces." He sneered in his heart, and gently placed the hand that was playing with fate on the console. His fingers slid across the cold metal, and his mind suddenly focused - this technology actually still has a trace of vitality!

Suddenly, he sensed an unusual aura, and a tremor similar to an electric current penetrated his consciousness. The tense conversation outside revealed that he was not alone, and there were people who were also interested in this ghost technology.

"There shouldn't be anyone here..." A deep voice came through the crack in the door, with vigilance and timidity.

"Don't be careless, that Rocot..." The other voice sounded even more nervous. Before he finished speaking, a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Rocot's eyes.

"Oh, let me let you taste the fear of being swallowed by wisdom." He settled in the darkness, his figure dancing with the shadows, as light as a ghost, and the excitement of the game was revealed in his eyes.

The man in black slowly entered the laboratory, the weapon in his hand flashed a bleak cold light, his eyes swept around, and the tension on his face was hard to hide. They didn't realize that the shadow of death was behind them.

"Gathering and dispersing is the alternation of life and death." Rocot murmured. It was a declaration from the kings of the past, and also a call to gather the power of the dark night.

He waved his hand with a faint force, causing a slight vibration. When the door crack opened again, the two men in black fell to the ground almost at the same time, without any sign of announcing their death. Cruelty and decisiveness were the iron rules of Rocot's actions.

He walked forward slowly, his eyes fell on the instrument, and in his pale and thin gaze, a determination rose - he must hold the ghost technology in his hands.

Just as Roccod was about to touch the machine and unlock the secret of this forbidden technology, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Don't touch that, Rocot, you don't know what you're doing!" The voice was old and powerful, full of majesty that could not be ignored.

Rocot paused and turned around, only to see an old man in a robe. The staff in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and the shadows under his feet seemed to bow down to him.

"You are..." Rocot's voice was low and his eyes were sharp as a knife, ready to meet this sudden challenge.