Beyond time beyond destiny before Dwaparyug began the three pillars of creation gathered in the void.
The universe was still. The stars themselves held their breath.
In the great nothingness between worlds, where the laws of karma, fate, and rebirth converged, a single figure sat upon a throne of cosmic fire — Mahadev, Lord Shiva, the End and the Beginning.
Before Him shimmered the boundless presence of Lord Vishnu, whose eyes reflected infinite compassion, and Lord Brahma, whose aura pulsed with endless knowledge and creation.
Mahadev's eyes half open from his eternal meditation where he saw a seen which tore his heart like nothing what he saw was
A man bathed in sunlight, mocked and broken. A hero who bled for honor, yet was denied justice Karna. A soul so pure that even gods wept at his end.
Shiva spoke, his voice echoing through the emptiness like thunder over eternity.
"This soul's pain cries even in Kailash.
The universe called him sinner, yet he bore the virtue of gods.I will not let this injustice repeat."
Lord Vishnu's form shimmered like the heart of all mercy. He smiled softly, eyes heavy with ancient sorrow.
"If injustice wounded Dharma, then let another chance restore it.
But fate resists correction. Even Niyati binds by her law."
He looked at Shiva.
"If you would defy the flow of destiny, brother, you will need more than power.
You will need a variable one unseen even by fate itself."
From the lotus of creation, Brahma's voice rose, calm yet infinite.
"A being who walks beyond karma must be written outside the script of existence.
Even I, who write the threads of birth, must close my eyes to him."
He raised his hand, forming a glowing sphere the System Core, a divine interface to hold laws beyond mortal comprehension.
"This will be his anchor the System.
It will govern his growth, record his journey, and veil his truth."
Shiva's trident and third eye pointed toward the Core.
Vishnu placed his palm above it, infusing golden essence the energy of adaptability and balance.
Brahma whispered words that turned into infinite wisdom.
Then Shiva exhaled.
From his breath emerged a storm of silver energy, pure and endless neither divine nor mortal. It pulsed with creation, destruction, and evolution.
"This," Shiva declared, "shall be the Silver Superman Template — a gift of infinite potential. It will grow through light, struggle, and will — never through fate. Let him rise as justice reborn."
The Core trembled, absorbing the essence of Trimurti. Its surface rippled with symbols suns, galaxies, and runes of truth.
Lord Shiva's opened third eye was not in wrath, but creation. A single black flame drifted from it and wrapped around the Core.
"Even I shall not see his root.
Let all beings — devas, asuras, avatars — perceive him only as blurred fate.
Only the true Trimurti may recognize his essence. Not even I shall interfere with his destiny henceforth."
The flame dissolved into the void. The universe forgot what it had just witnessed.
Vishnu spoke last, his tone like soft thunder before dawn. "When he faces the same cruelty as Karna, the light within will awaken not to destroy, but to rise."
Brahma nodded.
"He will think himself cursed born with black luck, but every shadow around him shall bend toward his victory."
Shiva's eyes closed again.
"Let him be born as Vasu, twin to Karna — unseen, unsung, unbound.
When the wheel turns once more, may justice meet its mirror."
Somewhere In Kalyuga,
The room was dimly lit, only the bluish glow of a laptop breaking the silence.
On the screen, the final moments of Mahabharata played Karna, wounded, bleeding on the field, his chariot wheel stuck in the mud.
The background score rose like a funeral dirge as Arjuna's arrow pierced through him.
And with it something inside Vasu shattered.
He was an ordinary young man — a history student, a dreamer, perhaps a fool.
But for him, Karna was not just a character.
He was truth in a world built on lies.
Honor in an age that had forgotten it.
A hero betrayed by gods and men alike.
Tears streamed down Vasu's cheeks.
He clenched his fists till his nails dug into his skin.
"Why?" he whispered, voice trembling. "Why does the man who gave everything die with nothing?"
He slammed his laptop shut and looked up at the small brass idol of Mahadev on his desk.
Its eyes seemed to gleam faintly in the half-light.
"O Lord Shiva," he said, his voice cracking between sobs, "If you exist… tell me… why did Karna, your greatest devotee, have to suffer like that?"
His voice rose, filled with pain and fury.
"He was pure! Loyal! Righteous!
And yet every god turned against him.
If this is what dharma mean then what justice is left in your heaven?"
The lights flickered.
The air turned heavy, as if the world itself held its breath.
"If even heaven can't protect the just then I curse your heaven! I curse your balance!
If I had the chance, I'd save him myself even if I had to fight destiny."
The moment he said it, thunder roared.
The world froze.
The very sound of time stopped.
Somewhere in Void of Time,
Darkness swallowed everything.
No air, no sound, no gravity only infinite silence. Then came a voice, deep and endless, vibrating through his soul.
"So be it."
A hand blue, infinite, and blazing with serpents of energy reached out from the void and touched his forehead.
Vasu gasped, floating amid starlight and cosmic fire. Before him stood the figure no mortal ever truly sees Mahadev himself, with the Ganga flowing through His matted locks and the crescent moon gleaming above His head.
Vasu fell to his knees, trembling his voice was barely a whisper.
"M Mahadev I I didn't mean to curse you"
Shiva smiled softly. The void itself rippled with His calm. "I know, child pain speaks louder than prayer and your pain reached even me."
Vasu's tears glowed like silver in the void.
"Why did Karna have to suffer so much, Lord? He worshipped you he gave everything and yet"
Mahadev's eyes turned dark as storm clouds, then softened.
"Every era births a soul too pure for its time.
Karna bore the weight of a world's hypocrisy.
Those who betrayed him found no peace not in life, nor in their next."
He raised His hand, and images swirled Arjuna's restless rebirths, Indra's guilt, Krishna's silent mourning, Kunti's endless regret.
"He suffered so others may see what truth costs But even then his pain was not just his fate. It was the flaw of creation itself."
Shiva's eyes glowed like suns.
A silver flame bloomed between His palms, forming into a spinning crystal a system core filled with cosmic light.
"You cried not for yourself, but for another.
That selflessness defied Kalyug's poison.
So I grant you a choice."
Vasu looked up, wideeyed.
"Choice…?"
"You shall be reborn not as a stranger,
but as Karna's twin brother. You shall walk beside him, shield him from the pain fate dealt him."
Said Lord Shiva
The crystal floated toward Vasu, humming with divine resonance.
> "This is the System Vasu forged from My essence, infused with the wisdom of Brahma and the balance of Vishnu. It carries the Silver Superman Template a divine engine of endless growth. Through it, you will rise beyond gods and mortals alike."
The void trembled as energy poured into him, filling every atom of his being.
Shiva's tone turned solemn, heavy with cosmic decree. "But know this, Vasu even I cannot erase destiny. You will be born as an infant, powerless, cast into the river as Karna was you will remember your mission, but may not your past life."
He paused. The flame now pulsed inside Vasu's chest.
"To protect your journey, I will conceal your root from all creation. Not even Our avatars shall recognize you.Only We the Trimurti shall know who you truly are."
A second later, darkness cracked into light.
Shiva's voice echoed, growing distant. "Save your brother Save the justice that was lost. Rise, child of destiny and rewrite the song of fate."
Shiva raised His trident, and light burst from its tip.
"Go now, Child Let the river carry you to your destiny.
When you awaken, the world will have forgotten but the bond between you and Karna will remain eternal."
On river Ganga
Vasu felt his body which he can't feel in the void he also felt the warmth of dawn, and beside him the soft presence of his twin, Karna.
The basket drifted under the rising sun.
Two brothers. Two souls.
One born of sunlight… the other, of silver flame.
And in the heavens above, Lord Shiva whispered softly almost to Himself:
"Let justice breathe again."