Inside the herbal corridors of Majestica Ayurveda Asapatre, the air was thick with the scent of tulasi, neem, and brahmi. Simha stood tall in his traditional attire—pitambara kachee, reddish angavastra, and a sacred nama glowing faintly on his forehead.
Mandarnna, the royal Vaidya, approached with a scroll and a smile.
"Okay, I give you the job. You look good in our dress.
Bring herbs daily—I'll pay you 10 gold.
Get the herb list from the staff.
Only go in the morning—that's when they're most potent."
Simha nodded respectfully.
"Yes, sir."
Mandarnna paused, eyes narrowing with curiosity.
"Are neneu youdhakaleanna kalitiddiya heluvantanagu Vikrama Simha?
(Have you learned the martial arts of ancient India, Vikrama Simha?)
Adu Bharata da prachina vidye, adukke keltutta iruvudu.
(It's an ancient Indian science—that's why I ask.)
Neenu nodoko olle sainka na hage kanistudiyya balaka.
(You look like a fine warrior, young one.)"
Simha smiled gently, switching to English.
"Yes, I know many fighting styles.
My Kannada is modern, so I'll answer in English."
Mandarnna chuckled, adjusting his pink angavastra.
"I know many languages.
But your Kannada—it's different. Doesn't matter.
You understand Royal Kannada—that's enough.
Now go—help the other patients."
Simha bowed and turned.
Time: 5:00 AM – Majestica Ayurveda Hospital, Karnata Desha
Simha rose before the sun, performed his Sandhyavandana with precision, and dressed in his new attire:
A red kachee, tied with warrior grace A green angavastra, flowing like jungle leaves A blue shirt, embroidered with a radiant sun design—symbol of Surya's blessing
By 6:00 AM, he stood at the hospital gates, ready.
Mandarnna, the royal Vaidya, spotted him and smiled.
"Wow, you're ready at 6!
I thought you'd sleep long—but you got up at 4 o'clock? Amazing."
He turned and called out:
"Yaralli Vangera Bhatta baruvantavanagu! Idu Rajavaidya na Agne!"
(Where are you, Vangera Bhatta? Come here! This is a royal doctor's order!)
From the back, Vandera, a young assistant, rushed in.
"Yenu boss?" (What is it, boss?)
Mandarnna frowned.
"Ninge hele hele sakgutte! Navu nedsutruvudu sangha samste alla!
Idu chikitsaalaya! Boss anta karbadu! Vaidyare athava doctor anta helbeku!
Arthamadikollvantavangu!"
(How many times must I tell you! We're not running an organization—this is a hospital!
Don't call me boss! Say Vaidya or Doctor! Understand?)
Vandera bowed sheepishly.
"Sorry, doctor. Take this—herb list with pictures, as you asked."
Mandarnna waved him off.
"Not for me. Give it to Vikram.
From now on, he works here as our Herb Collector."
He turned to Simha, eyes serious.
"Also—give him this sword.
For defense."
Vandera blinked.
"Sword? Why?"
Mandarnna adjusted his angavastra.
"Because I have patients to see.
And he has demons to face."
Simha accepted the sword silently.
Simha sat cross-legged, waiting in quiet readiness. The morning light filtered through the herbal latticework, casting sacred patterns across the floor.
Vandera entered, holding a scroll and a sheathed sword.
"Anna, take it—herb list and sword."
Simha raised an eyebrow.
"Why a sword?"
Vandera shrugged, half-serious.
"Simple. Iga Danavas can come to steal herbs.
Four clans are causing problems.
For safety—you need a weapon."
He paused, then slapped his forehead.
"O nanu marattidde, anna!
(Oh, I forgot, brother!)
Our Karnata Kingdom is in conflict with Arvarta Kingdom.
The Shambara Danava are in the midst of battle—in Kurukshetra."
Simha's eyes narrowed.
"Kurukshetra… again?"
Vandera nodded solemnly.
"Yes. After the Mahabharata, this is the second war.
It's Kaliyuga now—but the demons are stronger.
In our Mahabharata, you know—Krishna wholly destroyed the Kauravas."
Simha's breath slowed. His mind raced.
"In my worldline… the Pandavas, with Krishna's help, won.
But the story was different.
This confirms it—I'm in a different universe."
Vandera continued, voice low.
"To win, they target doctors.
It's common.
If they control healing, they control survival.
That's what they think."
Simha looked down at the sword.
It wasn't just for herbs.
It was for history.
Location: Shambara Danava Palace – Aryavarta/Arvarta Kingdom
The obsidian gates of the Shambara Palace creaked open. A hush fell across the demon court. Shadows bowed low as the towering figure of Raja Shambarasura, ruler of Arvarta and Aryavarta, entered.
"Raja Shambara aa raha he… sab silent."
(King Shambara is arriving… all silent.)
The demon lords knelt.
"Arvarta-Aryavarta Rajendra Danava Raja Shambarasura, hum pranam kar rahe he."
(Welcome, King of Arvarta, Aryavarta ruler, Demon Lord Shambarasura—we bow to you.)
Shambarasura sat upon his throne of molten iron and bone, eyes burning with fury.
"I lost five armies:
1,000 elephants300 camels200 horse cavalry500 spearmen30 chariot ridersOne minister – Vidvakaasyra700 missile launchers45 bomb squads22 weapon soldiers
He growled.
"Why do I keep pushing?
Because they have strength… but they are low humans."
From the shadows, Minister i Vaning stepped forward.
"Pranam Maharaj.
(I bow to you, King.)
I have a plan."
He unfurled a scroll of war.
"Let's send assassins to the doctors' herb places.
That will reduce healing.
The modern hospital is already collapsing—we've captured their supplies.
Let's also cut food routes.
If we do this, the entire southern kingdom will fall into our hands.
We already control North Bharata.
It's a good plan."
Shambarasura's laughter echoed like thunder.
"Hahaha! Good, Mantrai. Begin the plan."
The war had shifted.
The demons weren't just fighting soldiers.
They were targeting healers.
Location: Shambara Danava Palace – Aryavarta/Arvarta Kingdom
The war chamber pulsed with infernal energy. Shadows twisted as Mantrai, the demon prince, entered—his aura cloaked in dread and foreign mastery.
He bowed low before Raja Shambarasura, his father.
"Father, I bow to you.
I have learned the ninja style from Japan—by fear, I made them believe I am your son.
I already own that nation.
They call me the Demon King, the Yokai Ruler.
Hahaha!"
Shambarasura's eyes gleamed.
"Great, Mantrai.
No—Manrakasura, my true heir.
The target is Karnata Desha, the Rajavydya's location—Majestica Hospital.
Don't send small squads.
Go yourself."
Manrakasura grinned, fangs flashing.
"Good plan, Father.
I'll come with all heads tomorrow.
Wait, King.
Hahaha!"
He turned, voice sharp.
"Nija Clan—Adrikta! Come! Let's go!"
From the shadows, the Adrikta Ninja Clan emerged—silent, masked, deadly.
Next Morning – Karnata Metro Station
Simha stepped into the Karnata Metro, a marvel of the Desha's infrastructure project. The station shimmered with sandstone motifs and digital panels inscribed in Kannada and Sanskrit.
He boarded the train to Savandurga Metro Station—a route that, in his timeline of 30000, was just a footnote in history. But here, in Worldline 35, Year 2025, it was newly built and fully operational.
"This metro line wasn't even laid in my dimension," Simha thought.
"Back home, it's just a chapter in ancient urban planning."
Travel Time: 35 minutes
The train glided through the hills. Simha disembarked at Savandurga, the air thick with dew and the scent of wild herbs.
He walked toward the mountain, sword tucked into his old sheathed belt, eyes scanning the terrain.
Herbs glowed faintly in the morning light—brahmi, shatavari, and rare jungle tulasi.
But in the trees above, danger stirred.
Hidden Among the Branches – Adrikta Clan
Two masked figures crouched in the canopy—Vaki and Mako, elite assassins of the Adrikta Ninja Clan.
They whispered to their leader, Mantrai, cloaked in shadow.
"Boss… he's just one boy.
He's here to collect herbs.
He looks nice… but today, he dies."
Mantrai's eyes gleamed.
"Okay. Two are enough.
Vaki, Mako—go.
If you win, your Ito Clan will be elevated to Royal Clan status."
The leaves rustled.
The hunt had begun.
Location: Savandurga Mountain – Forest Herb Zone
Simha whispered to the Bramhanda System in his mind:
"Ready for reward. Now the hunt begins."
From the dense canopy of the mountain forest, two masked figures—Vaki and Mako—leapt forward, their hands glowing with chakra fire.
🔥 "Fire Shuriken Jutsu!" they cried, unleashing six blazing discs.
Simha, calm as the morning mist, removed his belt and gripped the sheathed sword. In a single sweeping motion, he parried all six shuriken, the blade still hidden.
Then, in a frictionless flash—he unsheathed the sword, stepped forward, and slashed both attackers in one fluid arc.
Their bodies fell.
Simha exhaled, blade humming.
"Wow… this sword is amazing.
My footwork worked perfectly."
Nearby – Demon Camp Hidden in the Forest
The remaining Adrikta Clan members, concealed in the trees, watched in horror.
"Boss… he's not just a herb collector.
He's an assassin. Maybe not a ninja… but a samurai.
In a fraction of a second… he killed our trained ninjas."
Inside the demon camp, nestled deep in the forest of the mountain, Mantrai—now known as Manrakasura—sat in a throne of twisted roots and bone.
He grinned.
"Hmm… maybe his reaction speed is divine.
Send three more:
Jera – a true DanavaIvvara – master of shadow chains Perlo – wind blade specialist
Bring in three clans.
More reward.
Jera is a Danava—don't worry.
He will succeed.
Watch."
The forest trembled.
The lion had roared.
And the demons were gathering.
Location: Forest Camp – Savandurga Mountain
The shadows thickened as the next wave of elite attackers gathered beneath the canopy. Jera, the Danava warrior, raised his clawed hand.
"Hold. Before we attack—I have a plan.
You two hold him. I'll slash him with my technique."
Ivvara, graceful and deadly, laughed softly.
"Hahaha… nice plan, Jera."
Jera turned to her, eyes glowing.
"Ivvara, you've never lost. What will you do now?"
Ivvara stepped forward, her chains coiling like serpents.
"Jera, I am heir of the Sakura Clan.
How can I lose?
I am an elegant lady.
I'll make Mantrai fall for me soon…
Then I'll give him the painless death he deserves—for what he did to my clan."
Jera's expression darkened, then softened.
"Forget revenge on the boss.
I'm always on your side.
Let's show him what we are."
Ivvara nodded.
"Yes, brother Jera."
Jera smiled.
"I may be a different race… but you're my lovely sister, Ivvara."
Ivvara touched his shoulder.
"Okay, brother."
From the shadows, Perlo stepped forward—silent, focused, his wind blades humming.
The trio was ready.
Location: Savandurga Mountain – Herb Zone
Simha knelt beside a cluster of glowing herbs, consulting the Bramhanda System's pictorial guide. With precision, he picked four medicinal herbs, each pulsing with healing potency.
Suddenly, from the shadows—
A chain whipped toward him, glowing with black energy—not cursed, but forged from the Advira Tantrika, the forbidden magic of the Danavas.
A masked girl stood atop a branch, her voice sharp and melodic.
"I will kill you from long distance."
She signed three diagrams in the air—ancient seals of the Chain Ga Jutsu – Trigram Style.
The chain surged forward, animated by black tantric force.
Simha moved like wind through silk.
He dodged every strike elegantly, his footwork fluid, his eyes calm.
"Nice voice. Amazing chain magic.
I thought… oh, it's Chain Ga Jutsu – Trigram."
He drew his sheathed sword, slicing through the black energy aura surrounding the chain.
"Ah… this is Danava power.
Rooted in Advira Tantrika."
The sheath rotated, absorbing and neutralizing the energy. The chain twisted, then neatly tied itself around Simha's fist—tamed by dharma.
Perlo Attacks – Wind Sword Jutsu
From the other side, Perlo launched his technique:
"Wind Sword Jutsu!"
Dozens of wind-forged blades pierced the air, surrounding Simha.
He parried each with his sheath, deflecting the gusts with perfect timing.
Then, with a flick of the chain, he grabbed Perlo mid-air.
"Game over."
In one motion, Simha slammed Perlo's head to the ground, then pulled him back.
With his chained fist, he delivered a final blow—a head smash wrapped in chain energy.
Perlo died instantly.
Jera Watches – Stunned
From the shadows, Jera stood frozen.
"Is he… brutal?"
The forest was silent.
Location: Savandurga Mountain – Forest Clearing
In a flash of divine reflex, Simha appeared before the masked girl, his chain-wrapped fist glowing with controlled energy.
With a single strike, he shattered her defense.
She fell to her knees, trembling.
"Please… leave my life," she cried.
"I need to live. I'm the last remaining member of my clan…"
Tears streamed down her face.
But behind Simha, danger surged.
Jera, fueled by Advira Tantrika, launched his technique:
"Star Sword – Flying Slash!"
Simha sensed it instantly.
He spun, unsheathing his sword mid-motion, and parried the attack behind his back, shattering the tantrika blade with divine precision.
Then, in a blur of motion, Simha struck Jera with his sheath—
25+ consecutive hits, each faster than thought.
Jera collapsed, nearly fainted.
Simha turned to the girl, voice calm.
"Why are you working with evil? Is it just to survive?"
She looked up, voice shaking.
"No… it's revenge.
I want to kill our boss.
He destroyed my clan."
Simha nodded.
"I've seen many criminals.
It doesn't matter what path you took—
If you want to be saved, surrender to me."
She bowed her head.
"Yes… I surrender."
She removed all her weapons and threw them to the ground.
Simha stepped forward.
"That Danava… he was very angry when I attacked you.
Is he your relative?"
She whispered:
"Yes… not by blood.
By love.
He's my brother."
Simha placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry.
He's not dead—just fainted.
Let me hunt your boss.
And free your nation.
As a Police, I've accepted your complaint."
Bramhanda System Appears
The golden screen shimmered.
Side Mission 2: Updated
Objective: Eliminate the Boss of the Assassin Clan Objective: Rescue and Protect All Refugees
The forest stood still.