Oh divine presence, we have fulfilled your request with unwavering dedication. We have killed Aarav as you commanded. Please bestow upon us your powerful blessings and accept us as your loyal vassals, committed to serving you with all our strength.
Oh, how these humans are consumed by greed! Their insatiable thirst for power has driven them to betray their own kind, extinguishing lives in their relentless pursuit of dominance. It's truly disheartening to witness such darkness within them.
Thanks to their actions, the future god is no more, and we no longer need to worry about anyone ascending to power like us. Yes, Aarav once posed a threat to the divine realm because of his extraordinary abilities.
When the gods indulge in their own whims, they remain blissfully unaware of the tempest brewing beneath their celestial surface. Little do they know that Aarav, once a being of remarkable power now diminished, has drawn upon the dwindling remnants of his divine essence to embark on a perilous journey through the intricate corridors of time. His heart is ignited by an insatiable thirst for vengeance against those who have wronged him, a bzing fire that drives him forward despite the overwhelming odds.
As he navigates the byrinth of history, he recognizes the gods will do everything in their might to thwart his resurgence; yet, he is blindsided by a more insidious betrayal—one that comes from the very friends he had trusted with his soul, whose loyalty had once felt unbreakable. In that harrowing moment of revetion, Aarav is struck by a flicker of his former divine consciousness, a haunting whisper from a self he once knew. It lingers in the shadows of his memory, urging him to recim his rightful pce amidst the chaos and recim the essence of who he truly is.
As he crouched in the shadows, Aarav's ears caught the ominous whispers of Lord Ram conversing with the pantheon of gods. A chilling realization coursed through him: their betrayal was born not from malice, but from the immense power they wielded and feared losing. With a heart now heavy with dark resolve, a tempest of anger ignited within him. He vowed to turn the tables on the heavens, plotting a storm of retribution so fierce that it could tear apart the very fabric of destiny itself. The stage was set for an epic confrontation that would echo through the ages, where the lines of loyalty and power would blur in an unfolding saga of vengeance.He is going to kill those fucking gods, turning his back on their divine guidance and forsaking the sacred vows he once held dear.
As time unfolded, Aarav became increasingly lost in a mesmerizing sea of contemption, where reality gradually receded, leaving him adrift in an enchanting realm of thoughts and possibilities.
SEL EMPIRE ON PLANET HOLOPerched on the rugged slopes of the mountain was Doomera Vilge, a vibrant tapestry of human civilization woven into the vast and solitary ndscape. At the heart of this charming vilge stood a magnificent pavilion, resplendent and lively. At this moment, it was alive with activity as a grand ceremony was taking pce, the bright lights illuminating the night even more than usual, casting a warm, radiant glow throughout the gathering.
"Ancestors, please bless us!" came the resonant voice of the head of the Joshi cn, a man of middle age whose dignified demeanor was underscored by graying sideburns. Cd in ceremonial white robes that flowed elegantly around him, he knelt reverently on the intricately patterned brownish-yellow floor. With a spine as straight as an arrow and his hands csped tightly in prayer, his eyes were closed in deep devotion as he implored for guidance.
Before him loomed a tall, ornate bck case, its surfaces polished to perfection and showcasing three yers filled with memorial tablets honoring beloved ancestors. The surrounding air was thick with incense, billowing gracefully from the copper holders on either side of the tablets. The fragrant smoke spiraled upward, twining through the pavilion as if carrying the hopes and reverence of the living to the spirit world above.
Behind him knelt more than ten individuals, their postures mirroring his in deep reverence. Cd in flowing white ceremonial garments that draped gracefully around their forms, they were the esteemed elders of the Joshi cn—respected figures, each one a well of wisdom and authority.
As the air thickened with a hushed solemnity, the cn head completed his prayers, letting the tranquility envelop him. He bent low, his palms pressing firmly against the weathered floor, and with a gentle yet deliberate motion, he kowtowed. The soft impact of his forehead striking the brownish-yellow surface reverberated through the temple, sending out a faint echo of light thuds.
One by one, the elders and important members followed his lead, their movements synchronized in a dispy of unwavering loyalty and respect. The hall was soon filled with the rhythmic sound of heads meeting the ground—gentle thuds that marked the sacredness of their ritual.
As the ceremony drew to a close, the crowd rose slowly, each individual emerging from their moment of supplication with a renewed sense of purpose. They filed out of the sacred temple in silence, the weight of tradition hanging thick in the air.
Once in the hallway, a wave of relief washed over them. Soft sighs broke the previous stillness, and the atmosphere transformed, loosening its grip. Whispers of discussion blossomed, filling the air with warmth and camaraderie.
“Time flies too quickly; in the blink of an eye, half a year has passed,” one elder remarked, capturing the collective sentiment as they stood together, momentarily bonded by the shared experience of their sacred duty.“Tomorrow is the opening of the annual grand ceremony, I wonder what new cn blood will show up this year?”“Ah, I hope that some highly talented youths will appear. The joshi cn hasn’t seen a genius emerge for few years now.”“Agreed. The bishnoi Vilge, Kumar Vilge these few years all had some talented geniuses appear. Especially that Renuka bishnoi from the Bishnoi cn, her natural talent is quite terrifying.”The name Renuka Bishnoi was mentioned, and an unsettling silence fell over the gathering as the elders exchanged gnces filled with concern. Murmurs of uncertainty rippled through the room, heightened by the gravity of the boy's impressive qualifications. In just two short years of rigorous training, he had ascended to the rank of a Level Three Martial arts Disciple—a remarkable feat. Among his peers in the younger generation, he stood out as the most exceptional talent, a force to be reckoned with that even the seasoned warriors of the older generation couldn't ignore.
As time unfolded, it was clear that Renuka bishnoi would become the cornerstone of the Bishnoi cn, embodying its strength and resilience. It was not merely a possibility; it was an inevitability that he would emerge as an independently formidable warrior. The doubts once held were cast aside, repced by an unshakeable belief in his destined greatness.
It seems we have little hope this time, particurly due to the circumstances surrounding the Sharma family's older son. Remarkably, after three months, he began to speak, and by four, he could walk with surprising confidence. At just five years old, he astonished everyone by reciting poetry with a fir that showcased his exceptional intelligence and talent. It’s heartbreaking that his parents passed away at such a young age, leaving him to shoulder the responsibility of caring for his younger brother and sister all on his own. His maturity and resilience in the face of such adversity are truly commendable.Aarav’s parents sacrificed their lives while bravely defending their children from a group of ruthless bandits. In the midst of the chaos, they fought valiantly, their fierce determination shining through as they shielded their loved ones from harm.At the same time, Aarav has successfully regressed to a period in his life when he was completely unfamiliar with the world of martial arts.
Stay tuned for the exciting next chapter! You won't want to miss it!
