Godly inheritances were rare—divine legacies that let the inheritor control at least one universal law. But even among them, King-Class Godly Inheritances stood apart. These came not only with power, but with two critical enhancements: a weapon and a territory. The territory altered reality within its bounds, applying buffs or debuffs, while the weapon amplified the core law itself.
Raj crossed his arms and raised a brow.
"You also have a weapon, don't you?"
Ronnie's expression faltered. "How do you know that?"
Raj exhaled. "Then I was right. You do."
Ronnie narrowed his eyes. "Seriously though—how'd you guess?"
Raj tapped his own whip. "Mine came with my inheritance. It made sense yours came with your."
Ronnie paused, then looked away, almost sheepish. "It's... complicated."
Raj leaned forward. "Complicated how?"
Ronnie hesitated, then said, "My weapon isn't like others. It's... different."
Raj's tone sharpened. "You keep saying that. Different how, Ronnie?"
Glancing around to make sure no one was nearby, Ronnie gestured him closer. Raj obliged.
Whispering, Ronnie said, "Because it talks."
Raj blinked. "Talks? Like, it speaks?"
"Yeah," Ronnie nodded. "And it's... a he."
Raj blinked again. "Wait—its a he?"
Raj tilted his head.
Doubting at Raj, Ronnie "You're more concerned about his gender than the fact it talks?"
Ronnie stared. "Wait a minute—you're not surprised it can talk. You're surprised it's male!"
Raj looked away, ears turning red. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to," Ronnie smirked. "It's the same with you, isn't it?"
Before Raj could deflect again, a soft female voice echoed in the air.
"My lord is honest but dense. Please don't tease him."
Raj's eyes widened. "W-Who said that?!"
A deep male voice followed.
"He isn't teasing. He's just curious."
Both boys stiffened.
"You heard that too?" they asked in unison.
Ronnie muttered, "What the hell…"
Raj asked aloud, "How are you both talking like this?"
The female voice answered.
"I'm not sure. But... his presence feels familiar."
The male voice agreed.
"As if we're... connected somehow."
From a distance, Kashyapa called out, "Ronnie! Time to go!"
"Coming, Papa!" Ronnie replied, still distracted.
Raj grabbed his arm. "Before you go—share your contact. We need to talk more. And keep this quiet. It might be something only we share."
Ronnie nodded. "Agreed. This could be huge."
The spirits echoed:
"Farewell. Take care of your lord."
"You too."
Both boys turned away awkwardly.
"Take care," Raj mumbled.
"You too," Ronnie said.
And then they parted.
Elsewhere…
In his room, Om lay on the bed, soaked in sweat. His body burned with fever, his heart racing uncontrollably.
He was trapped in a dream—or maybe something else.
He floated in a dark, endless void. The only things with him were strange symbols, glowing furiously, pressing into his mind like crushing weights.
"Where am I? What is this? Please... someone—help me!"
Thoughts flooded in like a tidal wave—chaotic, unrelenting. Om clutched his head, trying to hold on to his sanity.
"Focus... I need to focus…"
He forced himself into a meditative pose. Slowly, painfully, the chaos ebbed. The symbols, once erratic and blinding, began to float gently around him, their glow softening.
His breathing slowed. His thoughts cleared. Something within him shifted—stabilized.
"These symbols... they're not random."
He reached out with his mind.
"They're responding to my focus…"
He began counting them.
"One… two… three…"
Eventually, he reached the end.
"Fifty-four… exactly."
"But what do they mean?"
Before he could dig deeper, his eyes snapped open.
It was 8 AM. His body drenched, but calm.
Then his stomach growled.
In the Kitchen…
Om entered, hoping to grab a quick breakfast. But the moment he stepped in, all the cooks turned toward him. Silence. Then suddenly—they all stood at attention.
He blinked. "Uhh… can I have some food?"
No one answered.
A hand gently touched his shoulder. He turned—Narad stood behind him.
"Come with me, Master Om," he said warmly.
Om let out a breath. "Of course…"
As they exited, Narad told a cook, "Send breakfast to my office."
Om smiled quietly.
Narad's Office
"What happened to you last night?" Narad asked.
Om sat upright. "I'd never seen a live battle between two inheritors. It got me... excited. I started analyzing their moves and forming strategies in my head."
Narad leaned in. "Then?"
"Then, this sharp pain hit my head. After that... I blacked out."
Narad raised an eyebrow. "So you formed counter-strategies—mid-battle?"
Om nodded. "Only from what I observed before I passed out."
"But you're confident you can neutralize their attacks?"
"With enough prep time—yes."
Narad grinned, clapping once.
"AI—send Om the full footage of Raj's battle."
"Data sent, sir."
Om's phone buzzed with a notification.
He glanced up. "So… what do you want me to do?"
"You'll be choosing a weapon today," Narad said, smiling. "And if you manage to neutralize at least three of Raj's techniques... I'll arrange for you to bond with a beast—battle support or mount, your call."
Two waiters brought in breakfast.
"You've got 10 days till the trial. Eat well. Think smart."
Later...
Back in his room, Om called someone.
"Sara, I need an assistant."
Twenty minutes later, his doorbell rang.
Sara stood there holding a small box. She handed it to him silently.
Om asked, "How does it work?"
"Figure it out," she said, then walked off.
Om opened the box on his desk. Inside lay a single transparent gem-studded earring.
He stared at it. "I don't even have pierced ears…"
He held it up to his right ear. The moment it touched skin—it pierced through painlessly.
A holographic screen blinked to life.
[Data Transferring…]
Once complete:
[Transfer successful.]
[Hello, Master Om. I am your new assistant.]
[Please assign me a name.]
Om blinked in disbelief. "Can I... breathe first?"
[You may skip naming for now.]
"No, I've got one," he smiled. "Let's start fresh. From zero."
"I'll call you... Zero."
[Zero at your service, Master.]
[Let's begin.]