When i opened my eyes, the first thing i saw was a vast dim lit jungle ahead.
Above me the canopy formed an unbroken ceiling. Moss covered every root and every stone.Looking around i couldn't find a single soul in the jungle.
I groaned and sat up. The whole forest had a cold, metallic like smell that hit the back of my throat "blood"
The scent of blood was unmistakable to a medical student. "ugh—this isn't the street i was drinking on"
A echo rippled through.
A deep, hollow, rhythmic echo rolled between the trees. He stiffened, every nerve in his body locked in place.
What was that?
A drum? A warning? A call?
More echoes followed. Shorter, sharper, answering one another from different directions. The leaves trembled as the source of those echoes closed in.
From the darkness between the trees, figures burst into view—lean shapes painted in ash, marching ahead. Their chants rose like sharpened blades slicing the silence.
But they didn't look at him.
Not once.
From a distance, he watched silently as the the hunters stormed past him, eyes locked on something ahead in the woods.
They… don't see me?
No—they're ignoring me.
Another sound cut through the forest—a scream.
The chanting figures sprinted after that voice, weaving past him like he didn't exist. Branches snapped under their feet, their war cries echoing violently as they vanished into the trees.
He stood there trembling, confusion thick in his chest.
They weren't here for me.
He dragged in a shaky breath, forced himself to steady his legs.
Okay… okay. Calm down. They weren't after you. Youre fine. you're fine.
The realisation suddenly hit him.
How did i get here?
This place is definitely not normal
He'd seen one of those men leap.
Not jump but leap.
From one towering tree trunk to another hundreds of meters away.
"How… the hell did they do that"
Theres no time to think about unnecessary things first i have to get out of here
No matter who those people were, no matter what they were chasing—
he wasn't going to stick around to find out.
He turned and bolted.
Branches whipped against his arms as he pushed through the undergrowth, feet sliding across damp roots and fallen leaves. Every crackle in the forest made him flinch. Every distant echo—real or imagined—pushed him faster.
Just run.
Get away from the trees. Away from them.
He didn't look back.
Not once.
From above, he looked like a desperate figure threading through a labyrinth of trees, fleeing in the exact opposite direction of the hunters.
Minutes—or maybe hours—blurred together before he noticed the ground changing.
The soft, uneven earth grew firm beneath his shoes. The tangle of roots gave way to open soil.
And then, suddenly—
He burst out of the forest.
His clothes tattered and scratches all over his body.
His breath caught.
Before him stretched a vast clearing—silent, unnatural in its emptiness. A flat expanse of pale land that looked carved out of the jungle, like the forest itself had been forced to retreat and leave this place untouched.
And in the center of that barren field stood a massive stone structure.
A step pyramid
Tiered, with a single, pich dark entrance
He stared, stunned.
…What the hell is this place…?"
The structure rose high enough to brush the canopy's underside.
Then the forest behind him stirred.
First came a distant thud.
Then another.
Then the unmistakable sound he'd heard earlier—
the deep, hollow echoing calls.
His blood ran cold.
No… no, no, no—
They're coming? They're coming this way?
He spun around.
Across the clearing, at the tree line, shadows flickered.
Shapes moved between the trunks, fast and fluid.
The chants rolled out again—louder, overlapping.
They were moving straight toward it.
And straight toward him.
"Shit—!"
He didn't think. He didn't plan.
He ran.
His feet hammered the hard ground, lungs burning as he sped toward the temple's base. The staircase loomed above him—steep slabs of stone, worn down by time but still climbable.
Something cracked loudly behind him—
a branch snapping.
A voice yelling.
He didn't look back.
He didn't dare.
Just reach the entrance—anything is better than being caught out here.
He practically threw himself in the entarnce, tripping just as he stepped inside, catching the rough stone with his palms before getting up again.
The inside looked like a cave build under the temple.
As he reached the deeper parts of the cave, the echoes collided behind him like thunder.
They were close.
Too close.
Theres— an opening.
A dark square carved into the stone, the temple's interior yawning like the mouth of some ancient beast.
He rushed inside.
The air changed instantly—cooler, thicker, and smell of incense filled the cave
Behind him, the people who were chasing him stopped at the entrance, afraid of whats inside.
And in the suffocating darkness of the temple's entrance, he couldn't shake the strange feeling.
He hadn't escaped into safety.
He'd stepped into something much, much worse.
He pressed his back to the cold stone, trying to steady his breathing, when—
A voice spoke.
Deep. Resonant.
and straight down his spine.
"…Come inside."
He froze—
the words weren't in any language he knew.
And yet… he understood them perfectly.
How?
How did I understand that?
He swallowed hard.
The echoes outside grew louder, but none of the hunters crossed the threshold.
Not one.
Almost like they feared entering.
Taking a shaky breath, he pushed himself deeper into the temple. Each step echoed softly in the vast chamber until faint light—torches burning blue instead of orange—revealed the room's center.
And then he saw it.
A throne.
Carved of black stone, decorated with gold inlays and symbols he didn't recognize.
Sitting upon it was a man.
If he could even be called a man.
He was enormous—easily twenty feet tall, his posture regal, his presence suffocating. His broad arms rested on the throne's arms and steps.
His eyes calm like the silence before a storm.
The killing intent was visible to the eyes
Almost physical.
He looked down at the trembling intruder.
Retracted his killing intent
And then—
With a small smerk on his lips not visible to anyone—
He spoke— "interesting a man not tangled with a single string of fate."
"Who are you?"
"Before asking for someone's name shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"
Shit….!!
What the hell was I thinking before saying that!!?>_>?
I hope he doesnt kill me ^~^!!
Well since I don't know how i got here and where i am, might as well gather some knowledge about this place
The giant amused by the intruders behaviour, smilled, his sharp teeths visibly shaking the man below
Then he spoke—"I am Ravana"
The name hit him like a punch.
Ravana.
The Ravana? The demon king? Lanka's ruler?
Myth. Legend. Story.
His mind spun, confusion burning through him. None of this made sense.
The tribals outside.
The imposing temple.
A twenty-foot-tall king from mythology.
He stammered, words barely forming.
"R-Ravana? As in… from mythology? From the Ramayana?"
The giant's brows twitched.
"I know not what tale you speak of."
"This is my domain."
"And I haven't left my domain for centuries."
The intruder's throat went dry.
What…?
He doesn't know?
He doesn't realize he's a character from the hindu mythology?
His hands trembled.
Because suddenly, horribly—
He realized he didn't belong here either.
Not in this jungle.
Not in this temple.
Not in this world.
I dont know how i ended up here.
Waking up in an unknown land
and straight into the domain of a being who was as large as four grown adults.
The giant leaned forward slowly, stroking his beard, eyes gleaming with menacing interest.
"Why have you come here, stranger who has no fate?"
And he had no answer—
because he didn't even know how he had gotten here.
Ravana's POV
This kid…
He has no thread.
No predetermined future.
He's not bound… he's free.
For the first time in eternity, the god of wisdom sees… emptiness.
[WISDOM]– The ability to see fate, cause and effect, and cosmic flows.
This was ability he had instead of a domain,
Which allowed him to see peoples fate and this world's inevitable fate
Cain doesn't understand at first—
Until Ravana starts raising his hand and
says—
"Let me show you something interesting"
Cain's mind is dragged through visions:
"H4x!Δroniansdbslalbzbzbszh"
the collapse of the world into ash, and the death of a protagonist from the novel he used to read.
He watches characters from the novel
characters he knows—meet tragic ends.
And then he sees himself:
Not originally part of the story
An anomaly.
A piece that wasn't supposed to exist
And through this, Cain realizes the truth:
He has transmigrated into the novel he used to read.