In the whole vast sprawl of the Bharatvarsha Mystic Realm a place that's home to something like several thousand divine kingdoms you had the Suryavanshi State. It was *the* seat of the Chandravanshi clan.
These Chandravanshis were the ancients of the mystic world. Go back countless Yugas, and you'll find they produced a Chakravarti Samrat an emperor so massive his rule touched the edges of the cosmos.
But for the past month a full cycle of the moon things had gotten... weird. The whole Suryavanshi State, the entire Realm, was humming.
Whispers? The whispers were everywhere. They spread faster than a forest fire. The sages, the old wise men with their matted hair and knowing eyes, they finally figured it out and announced it to everyone. They said that the clan mother is going to give birth soon
So, up in the Brahmapuri, this floating celestial palace hovering above their sacred ground, Dhruv Lok...
All the clan elders are there. They're decked out in their sacred threads, tilak fresh on their foreheads, looking every inch the part of ancient mystics. They're holding their breath. Their eyes are fixed on the newborn
And then there was the baby.
He didn't cry. Not a peep. He just opened his eyes and these weren't a baby's eyes. They were this deep, calm blue, like a mountain lake at dawn, and the look in them was ancient. Like he'd seen it all before and was a little bored, honestly.
But the thing that really stopped their hearts? The kid himself was glowing. Not in a metaphorical way. His tiny little body shimmered with this golden aura, like the first sun rays hitting the peak of Mount Meru. He didn't look like a regular infant. He looked like a demigod.
One elder, his voice shaking finally choked out, "Is this... is this the Divya Deha? The Divine Physique?"
Another elder, his face crumpling into pure grief, just shook his head. "There's no doubt. It's the Divya Deha. The body blessed by the Trimurti themselves." He looked around at the others, his eyes full of pain. "Why? Why would the fates curse us like this, O Chandravanshis?"
And that was the thing. There was no joy. No celebration. Up in that beautiful, floating Brahmapuri, the elders looked at this divine, glowing baby, and all they felt was despair.
Back in the Satya Yuga, the golden age, a body like that was basically a cheat code. A top-five physique, out of three thousand recorded constitutions. A body that could go toe-to-toe with legends the Chiranjivi Sharir; the Pralayakari Tanu, the body of destruction itself; the Dharmic Kshetra of a true Rajarshi king. A fully realized Divya Deha could command the respect of a Chakravarti Samrat. In the old days, he'd be an equal to the devas
But this isn't the Satya Yuga. This is the Kali Yuga , the dharma of the Kali Yuga had shifted. The sacred threads of dharma had weakened, making the world a barren ground for such a divine blessing to flourish. The swarg themselves, had placed upon it the Dasha Maha Vidhi, ten celestial bands of restraint.
Meanwhile, the kid the soul inside, was thoroughly confused. His name, in his previous life, had been Arjun Sharma. And right now, his consciousness was flickering inside this tiny infant body.
Ah. So I've crossed the cycle of birth and death, he thought dryly, only to be reborn with a golden albatross around my neck. Nice.Absolutely fucking nice
In his past life, Arjun had been an orphan, raised by an aghori in the ghats of kashi.
'Still... why am I born into such a glorious lineage with a body that is now worse than useless? What kind of bullshit is this? what kind of paap (sin) did i do in my previous life??' Arjun lamented silently.
The aghori had often told him, as they sat by the holy Ganga, that while his current life was written in the stars as one of poverty and struggle, the next would see him blessed by the Devas themselves. He would be born with a silver spoon of destiny, favored by the cosmic scales of karma but look at this fucking situation.
Just as the despair was really starting to settle and he was thinking great, same old story, different packaging something happened. A voice echoed in the silent temple of his mind. Not a flesh-and-blood voice. It sounded like temple bells, sure, but also... mechanical? Like if a priest and a clock had a baby.
"Om. Greetings, sadhak. The Chiranjeevi Prerna has been activated within you."
Arjun's soul stirred. Wait. A Prerna? He knew this from the old man's stories like those Antah Prerana?? Boons from the Trimurti themselves, given to heroes in the epics? Have i hit jackpot?
"Om. Check-in location detected. Your Janmasthan, the Brahmapuri of the Chandravanshi clan."
"Om. Due to the auspiciousness of your birth and the alignment of the nakshatras, you are blessed with Maha Bhagya Prapt. A panch-tara divya puraskar, a five-star celestial reward, awaits you. Do you wish to accept this prasad and complete your first sankalp?"
Accept, Arjun thought, his inner voice firm despite the chaos. I accept the sankalp. Obviously.
"Om. Check-in successful. The divine scales have blessed you beyond measure. Asht-tara maha puraskar prapt: an eight-star celestial reward. You have received: the Poornata Prapt Divya Deha, fully awakened, free of all limitations."
Around his tiny infant body,the Dasha Maha Vidh, For one brief, shattering moment, they pulsed. They strained. They screamed against the pressure
The elders, who'd been lost in their collective despair, felt it. The shift in the room's energy hit them like a physical force. Their heads snapped toward the child, ancient eyes widening in disbelief.
And what they saw in the next moment would be burned into the clan's memory for all Yugas to come.
The first Mooladhar, shattered into a thousand specks of light.
Boom!
An unimaginable torrent of prana, of life-giving and world-shaking energy, erupted within the infant's form.
The second , third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth... all the Dasha Maha Vidhi, the chains of this Kali Yuga, disintegrated into nothingness.
The unreal phenomenon sent a shockwave through the entirety of the Bharatvarsha Mystic Realm.
"By the Trimurti! What is this?"
"It must be the birth of the child who was in the womb for twelve years! The one they whispered about! What divine form does that infant possess?"
From the celestial thrones of immortal dynasties and ancient yogic orders across the thousands of divine kingdoms, the great beings watched. Such a phenomenon had only been witnessed during the manifestation of some of the most powerful Chakravartins of old and some recent geniuses. This era has been full of surprises filled with geniuses
Every soul in the Mystic Realm burned with curiosity...and killing intent. What unimaginable body did that newborn possess?
Back in the Brahmapuri, the elders, men who had witnessed the birth and death of stars, stood frozen, their mouths agape, their vaunted composure utterly shattered.
An elder appeared, pushing through the stunned crowd. He wore a robe of woven gold, his hair and beard the colour of the sacred Ganga. Tears streamed down his weathered face as he let out a joyous, booming laugh.
"Ha! This boy is my grandson! My grandson is going to be a Chakravarti!!!"
"Why the hell does it feel like 'My child is going to be an engineer moment??" Arjun despaired
The elder was the family's Pitamaha, a being of immense prestige and power within the Chandravanshi clan.
Another elder, his voice trembling with wonder, proclaimed, "Adbhut!! A Divya Deha with all ten fetters shattered from birth! This has never happened! Search the Puranas, the Vedas, the records of the last million years you will find not a single instance of such a thing!"
"With such a one in our midst, the Chandravanshi clan is destined to produce a Chakravarti Samrat in this very generation!"
Yet another elder, his face alight with a fierce, competitive glee, cheered, "Hah! That Naga clan of Patal Lok looked down upon us, boasting that their prince, Nagendra, had the purest serpent blood, calling our younger generation weak and without a leader! Let them see this! Let them all see!"
For the Chandravanshi clan, despite its glory, was not without its rivals. Ancient serpent dynasties like the Takshak clan, and the Garuda clan of the celestial peaks, were constant thorns in their side. Shadowy cults like the Aghoris and the wild tribes of the Dakini forests were perpetual threats.
Dhwam...
Golden blood, thick as molten sunshine, began to flow through Arjun's veins, a river of immortality.
His aura swelled, climbing the stages of mortal cultivation not over years, but in heartbeats.
Kaya Nishtha – Achieved.
Asthi Paavan – Achieved.
Rakta Shuddhi – Achieved.
Chaitanya Dwar– Achieved.
Prana Sangraha– Achieved.
It all happened in the span of a few breaths, right before the astonished, tear-filled eyes of pitamaha and the council of elders.
It was worth noting that even the most gifted prodigies of the Mystic Realm required at least five years to complete these five foundational stages, and even that was considered miraculous, achievable only with the aid of rare, celestial amrit and years of gruelling sadhana.
Arjun had done it moments after drawing his first breath. If this news were to spread, it would shatter the confidence of every young mystic in the three worlds.
"A Divya Deha... by the Gods above, what kind of avatar is this child going to become?" The elders, guardians had completely abandoned their decorum. Their words were raw, honest, and full of awe.
Pitamaha couldn't stop grinning. In his mind's eye, he saw it so clearly: his grandson, Arjun, seated upon the throne of a Chakravarti Samrat, the entire cosmos bowing at his feet, just as the sages bowed now and family will rule the realm hahahhahah.
But it wasn't just the elders who were astonished. Even Arjun himself, was deeply impressed. He had been reborn with invincible talents, an unbelievable divine background, and now, he possessed a Chiranjeevi Prerna, a celestial system of his own.
With all of these boons combined, Arjun could only wonder, with a mix of amusement and profound arrogance, just how the so-called 'geniuses' of this age would cope and seethe, now that he had arrived. The game, it seemed, had changed forever.
"hahahahhahah"