Rocot: Reborn

Rocot stood on the mirror-smooth obsidian steps, looking at the last remaining sunset glow in the sky, his mood was complicated and unclear. This world, the Shadow Realm, was once his pride, but now it is the shackles of his soul. His power is boundless here, but the freedom in his heart is like drifting smoke, untouchable.

"Lockold, what are you still thinking about here?" A soft but teasing voice sounded behind him. He did not turn around, because he knew who was so rude to interrupt his thoughts.

"Annabelle, my loyal advisor, what bad news have you brought today that makes your master so uneasy?" Rocot still stared at the horizon, his voice cold.

Annabelle chuckled, her light purple dress fluttering gently in the wind as she stepped into his field of vision, blocking the fading light. "It's not all bad news, it's just... we may have to start a new battle."

Rocot turned his head, his eyes burning like fireworks, "Who is it again? Trying to challenge my authority?"

"No, it's not a challenge." Annabelle paused, her expression serious, "It's an opportunity, a rumor about a rift in time and space. It appeared at our border, and it is said that it is a portal to another world."

There was a hint of interest in Roccod's eyes. A crack in time and space? It was a taboo among taboos, but also an opportunity among opportunities. "You mean, this crack can take me to a new place and start over?"

"That's right," Annabell answered seriously, "but this road is full of unknowns and dangers. No one can foresee what will happen. You must be prepared to lose everything."

Rocot laughed, his smile was a mixture of sarcasm and excitement of adventure, "Lost? I have nothing left."

As they were talking, a discordant vibration broke the silence of the night, and a crack pierced the distant sky, a sign of a rift in time and space. Invisible forces were surging undercurrents, and the world seemed to be distorted.

Annabelle grabbed Rocot's arm tightly. "It's time, Rocot. Choose now!"

Rocot stared at the gradually widening crack, with ambition and fear fighting fiercely in his heart. He knew that if he stepped into the crack, his fate would be unpredictable. But the rebirth he longed for might be hidden in the unknown.

He took a deep breath of the cold night wind and made a decision. He walked forward with firm steps towards the dark crack that tore the sky apart. Behind him, the sky of the Shadow Kingdom suddenly lit up with a bright light, as if bidding farewell to a hero who was about to go on a long journey.

At the moment of separation, his Kuili, who was eager to meet her, was so far away that he could not meet her. His appointment always met Wei Ke again, who he almost missed.

Roccod first used his own strength, and then gave up his dignity for whom? He spent the rest of his life just to find someone... The bet is still the bet. At the end of each discussion, all the scholars blushed and said: actively slandered his reputation... He was also a myth created by a social candidate. He still had to search tirelessly, but the rain was too light to withstand any conspiracy. The bleak gate will be replaced by the influx of desire, illuminating their ruined city, and there must be more expectations.