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.

Location: Hunter Administration Bureau – Midday


The line had grown longer behind Arvan, but he barely noticed. His fingers twitched as they hovered over the consent form. A bureaucratic check-in sheet, really, but it felt more like signing away a part of his soul.


"They don't even ask what's inside my head…"


The strange voice hadn't spoken in days. But its presence? Still there. Like a furnace behind a velvet curtain. Calm. Watching.


Arvan shuffled forward, only half aware of his surroundings. He reached the counter and 


A figure in sleek black gear entered, shoulders squared, a black badge gleaming on her chest.


One of India's youngest S-Rank Hunters. Her presence was like a falling blade—cold, precise, and beautiful in a terrifying way.


She walked straight past the crowd toward the counter. The clerk paled. "Miss Reina—we didn't expect—"


"I need access to the unranked awakenings list. Starting today."


Her eyes briefly passed over the register… and landed on Arvan.


Something shifted in the air. She didn't know him. Not really. But something in him made her instincts flare—an ancient scent hidden beneath layers of dust.


She stepped closer, the rest of the room holding its breath.


He nodded, unsure whether to bow, run, or collapse.


"Congratulations on awakening," she said calmly, but her eyes were scanning him—subtle, deliberate, calculating. "What did the System assign you?"


Arvan glanced at his HUD. Blank. The screen glitched again. His name had changed—RĀVAṆA—but everything else was still shrouded in black boxes.


Reina didn't press. She smiled faintly, but it wasn't warm.


"If something changes, the Bureau will contact you."


But just before she passed the exit doors, she stopped… and glanced back over her shoulder.


For a single second, her golden irises flared.


And Rāvaṇa's voice stirred for the first time in days.


"Interesting. That woman… her soul smells of thunder gods and curses."


"But if she keeps looking at me like that… I might just kiss her before I kill her."


Outside, thunder rolled in the distance.


Chapter 10 - CHAPTER 9– SHADOWS ON THE SCREEN