The blare of a truck horn filled Aryan's ears.A flash of light, the crushing weight of metal—and then, nothing.
When he opened his eyes again, the world was… wrong.
He wasn't lying on a road. He was on a small wooden bed, covered in soft cotton sheets. The walls were painted with lotus flowers and dancing peacocks. A faint smell of sandalwood and oil lamps lingered in the air.
And his hands—They were tiny.
He sat up in shock, staring at his thin arms and short legs. His voice came out high-pitched and childlike."What… the hell?"
Before he could process it, a flood of strange memories invaded his mind—memories of running in palace gardens, playing with wooden chariots, and sitting on the lap of a towering man in royal robes.
The man's voice echoed clearly:"You are Keshnak, son of Chandragupta Maurya. One day, this empire will be yours."
Aryan froze.Keshnak.The Mauryan prince from over 3000 years ago.And somehow… he was him now.
A maid entered, bowing. "My prince, your father wishes to see you in the court. He says it's time you start learning the ways of kings."
I'm four years old, Aryan thought. I can't even reach the throne without a stool, and he wants me to learn politics?
But before he could reply, a strange, metallic chime rang in his mind.
[Royal Reincarnation System Activated]Objective: Survive to adulthood and secure the throne.Failure: Death and erasure from history.
Aryan's small hands curled into fists.He had the mind of a grown man, the body of a child, and the destiny of a ruler.
If he wanted to live long enough to change history, he would have to start now—learning, watching, and waiting.
The game of thrones had begun.