As Abhimanyu lay in bed, hands tucked behind his head, he stared out the window at three great moons in the sky. The silver moon hung at the very top, glowing soft and bright like a lantern made of moonlight. Beneath it, to the left, floated the red moon, pulsing like a warm ember. To the right of that sat the golden moon, shining gentle and warm like a candle's flame. Together they formed a perfect triangle. These three moons represented the three Amar Lok
His eyes were wide open as he thought about everything he'd learned about the world of Immortals. It was way more incredible than he'd ever dreamed. A slow smile spread across his face, and his heart started to thump with excitement.
The moment he understood the truth of this world, he made up his mind. He wouldn't sit idly by while others chased greatness.
He would become the strongest existence this world had ever seen—not to rule, but to live freer than any being ever born.
One of the most satisfying things for Abhimanyu was his powerful background.
He is the son of the Clan Leader of the Shiromani clan: one of the most powerful Clan in the Akhand Amal Lok.
You know, among the three Lok and one Sagar the Akhand Amal Lok is the most powerful, the most competitive, and richest in spiritual qi, and home to the deepest Immortal Lineages.
Immoral Lineage refers to Clans or groups that has a Great Emperor.
Abhimanyu later learned that even his mother's family was also an Immoral Lineage. So, when it comes to background, only few people could compare to him.
Yet, despite all this, Abhimanyu remained neither arrogant nor complacent. In fact, the very "halos" he was born with only pushed him to work harder under the weight of expectation.
Far from the Shiromani Clan, deep within Ajay Amar Lok, rose the ancient and formidable Maurya Empire.
The Trilok is divided into three Loks and one Sagar. Each Lok is thousands of times larger than Earth, and within them lie countless Domains—each governed by different forces.
One of the strongest Empire of Ajay Amar Lok that has Immoral Lineage that of built on conquest, power, and control. The empire had produced Five Great Emperors in the past.
High in the mountains, a ten-year-old boy sat cross-legged on a stone platform, meditating. His black hair swayed in the breeze. When he opened his eyes, they shone with a depth no child should have. His breath stayed calm, but the weight of his aura made the air itself seem heavy.
This boy was Ashok Maurya, the prince of the Maurya Empire. A prince by birth. An Emperor by fate. At least, that was how it should have been. But fate betrayed him.
In his past life, Ashok had climbed to the top, becoming the strongest Heaven Chosen of his time. From early childhood, he was taught the ancient imperial techniques of the Maurya. He carried the Royal bloodline of kings.
But then he lost!
By Avinash—a mysterious abnormy of Daitya Clan one of the most powerful Clan from the Asur Amar Lok.
Avinash wasn't just talented. He was terrifying. The Reincarnator, someone who had carried his wisdom, soul, and will through eight previous lifetimes. That monster not only stole Ashok's victory… he destroy his Maurya Empire and everything Ashok cared about.
Ashok died on the battlefield for Heaven's Will.
And then… Heaven gave him a second chance.
He returned.
"So this is how it begins… This time, I'm going to kill that monster."
Ashok ground his teeth. The memory flared like a sword-edge cutting into his soul. He rose, his legs steady, and clenched his fists until his nails bit into his palms and blood welled. He flexed his fingers, letting the pain fuel him.
The sky above was the same. The empire, the mountains, the lineage… everything was just like it was when he was ten. But Ashok was different.
Unlike Avinash, whose reincarnation spanned eras, Ashok was a Regressor—one who returned to an earlier point in his life with full memory of the future.
He already knew the outcome of key battles. He knew the timing of tribulations, the secrets of ancient ruins, and even the flaws in Heaven Chosen from other factions.
As his emotions from experiencing rebirth finally calmed down, he got a moment's clarity as to what he needed to accomplish urgently and how he was to choose the immediate path ahead.
Then he turned and walked toward the palace.
As he enter the palace the strong will scanning him and frizz him in one place. He raise his head to see and faond.
Bindusar Maurya, a Supreme (Rank-8) powerhouse and the king of the Maurya Empire.
Bindusar's dark eyes narrowed. His voice was deep and steady as he spoke.
"Who are you?" he asked. "You have my son's body and soul… yet something about your presence feels off. Your soul—it feels aged, as if it's been through lifetimes. But your body… is still that of a child."
Ashok said nothing. He kept his gaze steady, fists clenched at his sides.
Bindusar rose from his throne and took a step forward.
"Even your behaviour has changed overnight," he said. "There's grief in your eyes… I see sympathy where once there was only innocence. These… these are not the eyes of my young son."