Rocot: Reborn

There were lightning and thunder, and a sinister face flashed through Locot's mind, but he could not catch it. He frantically urged his perception ability, but at the same time his body was weakened by the suppression of potions and spells.

Cold raindrops hit his face, and in a daze, he saw Aganod, the mysterious prophet. He was staring at him quietly through the dim street lights, his eyes were as unfathomable as the abyss, as if he could see the end of the future.

Rocot tried to speak, but only uttered intermittent syllables. Aganod seemed to see through his confusion and gently opened his lips. Although no sound came out, Rocot could clearly read his lip language:

"You are the future and the past, my spawn of fate. Remember, you are Rocot, the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom."

Roccod wanted to ask further, to find out what was going on, but a feeling of powerlessness quickly swept over his body. In a daze, he thought that all this was related to the big event that was about to happen.

The roar outside became more and more intense. Rocot tried hard to stare at Aganod, but he could only see the other's straight eyes, as if foreshadowing inevitable conflict and challenge.

"In the near future, someone will erase me from this timeline. Is all this fate?" Roccod's consciousness gradually blurred, his hands slipped away powerlessly, and the whole world fell into chaos as the ripples spread.

Roccod's perception is crossing the barriers of time and space, trying to capture that specific future. He is forced to accept an unknown secret - he is destined to become a monster, an existence that is not tolerated by the whole world. And the root of all this is a man-made event, a forbidden technology that is strictly prohibited and cannot even be mentioned.

Throughout the story, Rocco is manipulated like a puppet, and his future is just a designed ending. He seems destined to become the monster that bears the infamy of all mankind.

The clouds in the sky suddenly darkened, as if some force was driving an unknown dark cloud to cover this vast land. Rocot looked up at the sky and saw a vague image flashing in the clouds.

Is that a picture of the future? What do those huge words across the sky represent?

Rocco suddenly felt so powerless, like a clown who was forced to struggle in a plot. His memory showed him a vision of the future, but that vision was filled with indistinguishable emotions, mixed smells and vague sounds. Despite this, he still caught a glimmer of hope in those chaotic fragments.

He wanted to change all of this. He wanted everyone to understand that even a well-woven future would eventually be overturned by a decisive variable.

The cage of fate cannot lock up Rocot's soul. He will tear apart the cloud, let the light travel through time and space, and return to the starting point where all possibilities are born.

He wanted to live a truly alive life instead of becoming the monster that everyone hated in future memories.

The eve of a storm is always unusually quiet. Rocot stands on the top of his castle, his eyes piercing through the clouds, staring at the distant sky. His hands hold the railing, and his fingertips turn white due to excessive force. In his memory, the glory of the past and the pain of being betrayed are played over and over again like a movie, but this time, he is determined not to be that tragic character anymore.

Below the castle, the soldiers were shouting and training. Rocot's mouth curled up slightly. This was his army, the sharp knife of his revenge. But he knew that military strength alone was not enough. In this life, he would use all available resources.

Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted Rocco's thoughts, and a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, like a crack in the night sky. Rocco lowered his head slightly, and his eyes became even colder under the illumination of the lightning. He knew that this was not only the power of nature, but also a warning from fate - a storm was coming.

He turned and walked towards the inner room, where a relic from his previous life was placed - a scepter inlaid with dark crystal. This scepter was once the symbol of the Shadow Kingdom and the source of his power. Roccod stroked the scepter gently, and a look of determination flashed in his pupils.

"Lokold, my king, are you sure you want to embark on that road of revenge full of blood and lies again?" The voice came from the shadows, and Aganod stepped into the light. His eyes were like the abyss, witnessing countless fluctuations of fate.

Rocot turned around and faced the mysterious prophet. His voice was steady and firm: "Yes, I will not only seek revenge, but I will take back control of my destiny and ensure that history will never repeat that tragedy."

"But the price is heavy, and your mind will be further twisted. Are you ready?" Aganod's voice contained endless sadness and worry.

"My previous failures have taught me a lot. This time, I won't let anyone, anything, or any force stop me." There was an unyielding light in Rocot's eyes. He suddenly felt that the shackles of his previous life were gradually being untied, and a brand new plan was conceived in his heart.

They stood in front of the castle window, and the storm outside had begun. The storm was raging on the land, as if paving the way for a series of upcoming events. In this storm, Rocot was about to start his new journey.

Even in the future Shadow Kingdom, the starry sky still exudes a cold light, as if foreshadowing the ever-changing fate. In the dark hall of the castle, Roccod stood in front of an ancient sheepskin map, his fingertips gently sliding across the areas stained red by power and conspiracy.

"This time, I won't let history repeat itself." He whispered, his voice cold and firm.

Suddenly, there were faint footsteps at the door. Isabel, his most trusted counselor, slowly walked into the light. Her face was elongated by the candlelight, and her brows were filled with subtle tension. "My king, I have discovered new information."

Rokod turned around and nodded slightly to signal her to continue. Isabel took out a delicate scroll, unfolded it, and said calmly: "The Ninger Alliance in the north has begun to become unstable. They are secretly seeking new allies with the intention of challenging your authority."

"The Ninger Alliance are always short-sighted fools." Rokod smiled contemptuously, and the paper roll in his hand fluttered gently in the air like autumn leaves.

Isabel lowered her head slightly. "It is rumored that they have received support from the Dark Church."

The Dark Church, a mysterious group whose former enemies are now enemies. A cold light flashed in Roccod's eyes, "Let them come. I will let them know who is the real master of darkness."

Behind him, the magnificent castle windows were gently shaken by the thunder in the storm. The storm always seemed to come on the night of his final battle, as if the sky also wanted to witness it.

Rocot walked to the window and looked at the sky swallowed by the storm. The rainstorm hit the window mercilessly, dripping into lines, and each drop was like a footnote of fate, unpredictable and unstoppable.

"Are you ready?" Isabel's voice was particularly prominent amid the thunder outside the window.

Rocot did not look back, but replied calmly: "Everything is destined. Go and gather my legion. We will set out before dawn tomorrow."

As his words fell, the shadows in the room seemed to come alive, and everything was secretly preparing, waiting for the dawn. But at this moment, a lightning bolt that did not belong to any setting almost penetrated the entire sky, opening the curtain for the upcoming battle.