THIS BOOK IS MAINLY FOCUSED ON HINDU MYTHOLOGY BUT WE WILL ALSO DWELL INTO OTHER MYTHOLOGIES AS WE PROGRESS
IT IS A BLEND OF MYTHOLOGIES
AND DUNGEONS

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Year: 2035.

Ten years ago, the skies cracked.


Not with thunder, nor warplanes—

but with rifts.

These weren’t just visual anomalies. They were gateways—interdimensional portals that Earth’s scientists quickly termed “Dungeons.”

Dungeons or portals as the world now called them, appeared across the Earth without warning. Each one was a fracture between dimensions—some leading to mythological realms long forgotten, others to alien landscapes so hostile they devoured entire scouting teams.

At first, the world panicked, assuming them to be nuclear tests, alien invasions, or natural disasters. But these dungeons didn’t behave like anything known to physics. Satellite footage showed each portal surrounded by a zone of atmospheric distortion. Inside them? Entire landscapes alien to our Earth—some mythological, others monstrous and unknowable.


Some dungeons contained creatures straight out of ancient scripture—Nāgas from Vedic texts, harpies from Greco-Roman mythology, or obscure gods who had long since been forgotten by mankind. Other rifts revealed biomes more suited to nightmares: acidic jungles, ice worlds that bent gravity, or structures pulsing with intelligence.



In the first month alone, five major cities fell.
Beijing, Lagos, São Paulo, Istanbul, and Philadelphia—gone, overrun by creatures we didn’t understand, coming through dungeons we couldn’t close.


Then came the second anomaly. A global surge in human neural activity.

Scientists identified it as a quantum shift in consciousness. Spiritual leaders called it divine selection. Journalists labeled it “The Great Filter.” But the name that stuck was:
Awakening.

Roughly 20% of humanity developed access to an invisible “System”—a personal interface only they could see. It gave them abilities, status screens, and skills that turned ordinary people into weapons.

The rest of the world? Still human. Still fragile. Still dying.



Roughly 20% of the global population began to exhibit System access—an invisible interface only visible to the user. This System showed stats, combat abilities, class upgrades, and most importantly, potential.

It wasn’t random.
Those who Awakened were typically 18 or older, and many had undergone moments of extreme stress, trauma, or proximity to a dungeon. Some said the System chose warriors. Others claimed it selected reincarnated souls or bloodlines tied to forgotten mythologies.

Now, the world lives in a tense balance. Hunters ranked from F to SSS defend the Earth from dungeon incursions. And deep within this chaos…

In some cities, Awakened rule like kings. In others, governments remain intact, barely holding together.

Technology also evolved:
Mana-reactive alloys replaced steel.
Smart-glass visors sync with System interfaces.
Dungeon-gathered artifacts are now global trade commodities.

And deep in the shadows…
Some dungeons don’t close and breaks happen.
Some awakeners don’t follow the rules.
And some individuals… aren’t just chosen.

They’re remembered.

And in the midst of this fragile new era—
a man named Arvan will learn that the voice in his head…
is not madness.
It is a memory.
A throne. A war.
And a name: Rāvaṇa.

A storm begins to stir.

A cold wind cuts through the crumbled skeleton of what used to be a port city.


A once-glorious city hub now reduced to scorched concrete and frozen steel. Ruins flicker under red hazard lights. Every building here was consumed two days ago by a sudden dungeon collapse—the first of its kind.


The sky above flickers with unstable mana, as if something tried to force its way through from another plane… and failed.


And in the middle of this haunting silence—


Her figure is clad in obsidian-black combat armor reinforced with silver streaks. She moves with controlled elegance. Each step deliberate. Calm.


In one hand: a gleaming glaive of liquid light. Not crafted… manifested.


Behind her, a squad of A-rank Raiders watches silently. None dares to walk beside her. Not out of fear.


She scans the area, her System interface glowing faintly in her iris.


[Warning: Unknown Deific Energy Detected]


"Host is advised to avoid emotional triggers."


"This system's been glitching since last year…"


"I'm starting to think it's not a bug. It's trying to warn me."


Suddenly, a flash of golden script appears—not in any modern language.


It hovers in the air for a second before vanishing like mist.


"Every time I kill something too strong… I see them."


She steps into the core of the ruined site. The temperature plummets.


She crouches and touches the ground. It vibrates. A faint heartbeat.


From beneath the surface, black chains lash up violently—seeking her body like they recognize her.


Reina spins her glaive—divine energy bursting out like a solar bloom. She cleaves the air in a single, precise arc—


"Tell the Bureau this wasn't a collapse. This was a trial gate."


"Something wanted to see who would survive."


"And something else wanted to greet me."


As her men scramble to radio in the data, she glances at the shattered chains. They're still steaming—black flame crawling over them like a whisper.


And faintly, in the wind—she hears a voice.


"Vārsha… my storm… you awaken too slowly."


For a moment, a mark flickers on her neck—a crown of waves surrounded by flame.


Chapter 8 - CHAPTER 8 – ABANDONED DUNGEON SITE – NIGHT