Rocot: Reborn

In the dark night of the future world, Rocot stood on the top of a tall building, staring at the lights extending into the distance below with a torch-like gaze. This world is full of the combination of technology and magic. High-tech buildings coexist with magical elements everywhere. It is a bizarre era. And he, the man known as the King of the Dark Night, is plotting a revenge that will shock the future.

Memories of his past life echoed in Rocot's mind. The images of betrayal, conspiracy and death cut through his heart from time to time, making him furious. He could have continued to rule the dark throne and manipulate everything in the darkness. If it weren't for that sudden betrayal, he wouldn't have fallen to this point.

"It's time to begin," he whispered, his voice carrying a bewitching power in the night wind.

That night, in the southern part of the city, an abandoned factory was brightly lit. Roccod led his new allies - a group of ambitious young mages and several black technology engineers. They sat around a round table inlaid with optical fibers. The table was covered with various complex drawings and screens, showing the research and development progress of each forbidden technology.

"Our goal is clear," Rocot stood up and glanced at everyone present. "To take back my throne and reshape the order of this world. We will crush anyone who stands in our way, whether they are humans or gods."

In the corner, a young engineer looked up, his eyes shining with faith and awe for Rocot's words. "We are close to completing the project, Lord Rocot. Once activated, no force will be able to stop us."

"Excellent," Rocot's voice was low and calm. He walked to the lab table and observed the glowing device. "Make sure all the loopholes are fixed. We can't afford to make any mistakes this time."

While they were planning revenge late at night, other parts of the city were unusually lively. The mysterious disappearances over the past few days have aroused the high alert of government agencies. Little did they know that Roccod had been secretly manipulating all this, and it was these events that cleared the way for him to regain the throne.

In a simple bar not far away, Roccod's former subordinates, now one of his enemies, were discussing his whereabouts in a low voice. They didn't know that the eyes of the whole city were actually focused on the depths of this abandoned factory.

"He must be stopped, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous." A voice said in a low voice in a dark corner.

As they were talking, Rocot felt an unprecedented energy fluctuation, suggesting that a huge storm was coming. He looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

In the dark night sky, a flash of lightning occasionally flashed across, illuminating the nameplate at the entrance of the abandoned factory. The words "No Trespassing" appeared in the lightning, which seemed a bit ironic and weird. The factory was brightly lit, and Rokod was busy discussing plans with a group of ambitious young mages and several black technology engineers. Under his silver hair, Rokod's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a barely noticeable cunning smile.

"Remember, we are not fighting an ordinary revenge," Rocot said in a deep voice, with an irresistible authority in his voice, which made the listeners hold their breath and listen carefully. "This is a war to redefine power and order."

He walked towards the round table, his fingers gently sliding across the technological drawings on the table, every detail revealing his desire for revenge and his deep understanding of technology. The shadows on the ground twisted as he moved, as if trying to reveal his complex inner world.

"Not only will I take back my throne, I will make those betrayers and their descendants pay the price for their choice today for generations to come." Rocot's voice became deeper and deeper, like an echo from hell, full of ominous foreboding.

Next to him, a young wizard named Sera stroked the magic wand in his hand and said anxiously, "We have deployed jammers that can instantly suppress all magic and technological activities in the surrounding area. No one can interfere with or monitor our plans from the outside."

"Excellent, Sira." Roccod nodded approvingly, then turned to the engineers busy in the corner, "Don't let your guard down. Every device must be triple-tested. We can't make mistakes at critical moments."

Outside the factory, thunder rumbled and the wind blew dead leaves into the air. The city lights in the distance formed a sharp contrast with here, where people were still immersed in a peaceful life, unaware that a storm was coming.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Rocot's former allies, now enemies, gathered in a dark bar, nervously discussing how to deal with the impending storm. A tall man, with doubt and anger in his eyes, slammed the table heavily.

"We can't just sit there and wait for death. The cunning devil Rocot will never show mercy. We must strike first!" His voice was hoarse but full of determination.

As they plotted their counterattack, Rocot's slightly opened mouth in the factory gradually rose, as if he had foreseen his opponent's actions. Thunder rumbled, and threatening black clouds gathered over the factory, as if they were a true reflection of Rocot's anger.

There seemed to be stars burning in Rocot's eyes. He cast a spider-web-like gaze at the "Heart of the Monarch" formed by the ordinary-looking Dark Night elements. The orb was condensed from pure dark magic, which could disrupt any assassination attempt against Rocot at a critical moment and guide those loyal Dark Night people to find this place.

"Open the last protective shield. I want to make sure there are no loopholes." Roccod whispered, his voice revealing his absolute determination to cover everything.

There was an oppressive atmosphere in the air. As the dark elements surged, the sky above the factory ruins began to distort. The elements entangled like smoke, and then slowly condensed into a huge protective shield, covering the entire factory area.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Rocot's former comrades have hastily formed a makeshift wizard tower, trying to summon power with flashes and spells to fight Rocot.

"We have lost the initiative. We have no choice but to join forces." A wizard who is recognized as the most shrewd in the city called out in a cold voice.

They knew very well that the city had no power to confront Rocot head-on, so they were just doing their best and leaving the rest to fate.

The countdown has begun. I wonder how long these villains can survive?