The dusty streets of Alwar, Rajasthan, were silent, but the air was heavy with invisible signals. In a small, dimly lit room, eighteen-year-old Siddharth sat staring at a screen that shouldn't have been glowing.
The world had gone dark years ago when the 'Great Reset' wiped out the global internet. Governments fell, and technology became a myth for the poor. But for Siddharth, the son of the world's most wanted fugitive hacker—Bhanu Pratap—the digital world was never dead. It was just sleeping.
"System synchronization: 99%..." a robotic, cold voice echoed directly inside his brain.
Siddharth gasped, clutching his chest. His heart beat like a hammer against a bio-chip that had been dormant since his birth.
"Argh!" he groaned, his eyes flashing with a neon-blue light.
Suddenly, the world changed. He wasn't just seeing a room anymore. He was seeing the code of reality. He could see the radio waves from a nearby military outpost, the encrypted signals of a passing satellite, and the hidden trackers in the streetlights.
[Ding! The Loyalty System has been fully Integrated.]
[User: Siddharth Pratap]
[Legacy Status: Inheritor of the Void]
[Initial Command: Re-write the Fate of Alwar.]
Outside, the heavy boots of 'The Order'—the global police who hunted any sign of technology—slammed against the pavement. They were coming for him. They had detected the signal.
"Found you, little rat," a voice boomed from a megaphone outside.
Siddharth didn't panic. Instead, a cold, sharp smile spread across his face—a smile exactly like his father's. He looked at the locked electronic door of his room.
"You want technology?" Siddharth whispered, his fingers dancing in the empty air as if typing on an invisible keyboard. "I'll show you the God of it."
With a single thought, the military's high-tech weapons outside turned 180 degrees. The hunters were now the hunted.
The world was about to learn a lesson: Never betray the son of a King."You want technology?" Siddharth whispered, his fingers dancing in the empty air. "I'll show you the God of it."
With a single thought, the military's weapons outside jammed, their circuits screaming in a high-pitched frequency that only Siddharth could hear. But just as he prepared to shut them down forever, the Blue System screen in front of his eyes suddenly shattered like glass.
[ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!]
[Unauthorized Access Detected...]
[External Override: Active.]
Siddharth's heart skipped a beat. His body stiffened as an agonizing pain surged through his veins. This wasn't his system glitching. Someone—or something—was hacking him.
A new window appeared, dripping in blood-red pixels.
[Message from 'The Architect':]
"Did you really think you were the only one, little prince? Your father stole the spark, but I own the flame. If you want to live past midnight, look at your left wrist."
Siddharth pulled back his sleeve. His skin was crawling. Beneath his veins, a countdown timer was glowing in a sickly green light: [00:59:59]
[Condition: Heart-Link Triggered.]
[If the timer reaches zero, the Bio-Chip will self-destruct.]
Outside, the soldiers weren't just attacking anymore. They were retreating in fear. A massive, black metallic cylinder had just crashed into the center of the street from the sky. It wasn't a bomb. It was a Casket.
As the steam hissed and the casket creaked open, Siddharth saw a reflection in the window that made his blood run cold. Behind him, standing in the shadows of his own room, was a figure wearing his father's old leather jacket.
The figure spoke, its voice a glitchy, distorted mess:
"Siddharth... the 'Loyalty System' is a lie. It's not a gift. It's a tracking device. And they just turned it on."
Before Siddharth could turn around, a heavy metallic hand gripped his throat, and the countdown on his wrist accelerated.
[00:00:10... 00:00:09...]
The world started to fade into darkness. His last thought before losing consciousness: If my father is dead, then who is standing behind me?The dusty streets of Alwar were silent, but the air was heavy with invisible signals. In a small, dimly lit room, eighteen-year-old Siddharth sat staring at a screen that shouldn't have been glowing.
The world had gone dark years ago when the 'Great Reset' wiped out the global internet. But for Siddharth, the son of the world's most wanted fugitive hacker—Bhanu Pratap—the digital world was just sleeping.
"System synchronization: 99%..." a robotic, cold voice echoed directly inside his brain.
[Ding! The Loyalty System has been fully Integrated.]
[User: Siddharth Pratap | Legacy Status: Inheritor of the Void]
Suddenly, the Blue System screen in front of his eyes shattered like glass. Red pixels began to bleed across his vision.
[ERROR! Unauthorized Access Detected!]
[External Override: Active.]
"Argh!" Siddharth groaned, clutching his chest. An agonizing pain surged through his veins. Someone was hacking him.
A message appeared, dripping in blood-red light:
"Did you really think you were the only one, little prince? If you want to live past midnight, look at your left wrist."
Siddharth pulled back his sleeve. Beneath his skin, a glowing green timer was ticking down.
[Condition: Heart-Link Triggered!]
[Warning: If the timer reaches zero, the Bio-Chip will self-destruct.]
[Time Remaining: 00:59:59]
Outside, the heavy boots of 'The Order' slammed against the pavement. But they weren't just attacking; they were retreating in fear as a massive, black metallic casket crashed into the street from the sky.
As the casket creaked open, a figure stepped into the shadows of Siddharth's room, wearing his father's old leather jacket.
"Siddharth..." the figure's voice was a distorted glitch. "The 'Loyalty System' is a lie. It's a tracking device. And they just turned it on."
The countdown on his wrist suddenly accelerated.
[00:00:10... 00:00:09... 00:00:08...]
The heavy metallic hand of the figure gripped his throat. Siddharth's last thought before the world went black: If my father is dead, then who is standing behind me?