Simha knelt beside the unconscious Jera, carefully applying a crushed herb mixture to his forehead—one of the four sacred plants he had collected.
One hour passed.
Jera stirred, groaning softly as his eyes opened.
Simha sat nearby, calm and watchful.
"Your name is Jera, right?
Why were you protecting a human girl?"
Jera blinked, then sat up slowly.
"She's like a little sister to me.
I… I love people.
In the beginning, I was very small.
I had no family.
I was an orphan."
His voice grew distant, eyes gazing into the forest canopy.
"In the year 1663, everything changed.
The demons broke free from Pātāla.
It happened because Danava King Bali and Lord Vāmana went to heaven for a great tapasya.
With them gone… the seal weakened.
All Demons, Danavas, and Daityas escaped and came to Earth."
Simha listened in silence.
"They defeated the King of All Humans.
But some humans opposed us.
That's how this war began."
Jera looked up, eyes heavy with memory.
"I'll tell you the full story…
Everything that's happened… till now."
Simha sat cross-legged, sword resting beside him, eyes steady.
"Jera… continue your story."
Jera nodded, voice low but firm.
"Okay, new boss.
The first event began in human world time: 1663.
Our emperor—no, not Bala—Bali, ruler of all seven down Lokas, grew weary.
He was immortal, repeating the same duties for countless ages.
So he called Lord Vāmana and said:
'I'm bored. I've decided to go to Tapa Loka. Come with me and defend me.'"
Vāmana, ever the divine companion, replied:
"Bhakta, I'm always with you. Let's go."
And so, they ascended to the higher realms.
The Seven Lokas Below
For a time, the seven down Lokas remained calm—until the end of Dvāpara Yuga.
Then, the factions broke.
70% stayed behind—loyal, silent, waiting. But 30% rebelled, seizing the moment.
They crossed all Lokas and invaded Earth.
The Three Rakshasa Types
Jera continued:
"We have three types of Rakshasas:
Rakshas – originally protectors of the weak, but many reversed their dharma. Danavas – born from Mother Danu, fierce and muscular, natural warriors. Daityas – born from Mother Diti, gifted with the power to become giants.
I am one of them.
My name is Jirasura.
An Asura, also known as Rakshasa."
He looked up, eyes glowing.
"All of us are Rakshasas.
In the 30% who came to Earth—some gained siddhis through Tantrika Vidya, like me.
Others performed tapasya and received boons from deities.
But they didn't descend—because they worship Bali Chakravarti like a god."
Jera gestured to his robes.
"We wear traditional dresses, as described in the Purāṇas and Śāstras.
But I oppose them.
I was a slave, captured by Shambarasura.
After seeing you… I saw light.
I ask for refuge."
Simha stood, eyes filled with quiet fire.
"Let me introduce myself properly.
If you wish to join me…
I accept you as my new assistant."
Jira bowed deeply, his voice filled with reverence.
"I accept humbly to work with you.
You defeated me using just a sheath—not even a divine sword.
That showed me your strength.
I've decided to join you… lifelong."
Simha smiled, placing a hand on Jira's shoulder.
"Good choice, my new companion.
I am Simha Ashwatha Bhargava,
A Kshatriya, age 32,
Mythical Tier SACP of the Chrono Galactic Police,
From the 30000 timeline of Worldline 102-E,
Chosen by the divine to restore Dharma—
A Trailblazer of Time."
Jira's eyes widened.
"You're from the distant future?
I'm shocked.
What about this modern Kurukshetra—is it part of your history?"
Simha shook his head.
"No, Jira. You're mistaken.
We are from separate timelines and worldlines.
This is 2025, Worldline 35.
I come from a different worldline."
Jira leaned forward.
"What is a worldline?"
Simha looked to the sky, then explained:
"When the Big Bang occurred,
The universe split into 1000 root essences.
We call this the Kalpavruksha—the cosmic tree.
Each root is a worldline,
Linking all universes within the Brahmanda.
Research shows that only through nuclear fusion combined with electromagnetic power,
One can time travel."
He paused.
"I came here as a Chrono Police,
Chasing criminals from my dimension.
But during pursuit, I collided with a special entity—
It created a thunderstorm,
And I was lost in this worldline."
Jira's voice trembled.
"Was that entity… the God of Time?
Shiva's incarnation—Kalabhairava?"
Simha nodded.
"Yes, Jira. You're right.
He was divine—his presence… awesome."
Jira smiled.
"You're amazing, Mr. Simha.
You confronted the Time God.
The Greeks call him Chronos.
Many myths give him many names.
People see their gods in their own way.
Even in the Bhagavad Gita, Krishna says this—
But Arjuna didn't follow it, and he ran.
So Krishna destroyed the Kauravas."
Simha nodded.
"Oh… nice."
The forest was silent.
Simha gazed into the horizon, speaking softly.
"In my timeline, the Mahabharata unfolded differently.
Arjuna followed Krishna perfectly, without hesitation.
He and his brothers won the war with full dharma."
Jira nodded slowly.
"Then… each worldline can have a different story, like you said?"
Simha shrugged.
"Maybe."
Jira sat cross-legged, eyes glowing with memory.
"My original place is Planet Advara, in Rasatala Loka—
It's millions of light-years below Earth.
We have the power to reach Earth through a linked door from Rasatala."
He drew a diagram in the soil.
"There are 14 cosmic systems.
I've seen 7 solar galaxy systems.
This Earth belongs to the main system: Antariksha—the celestial mid-realm.
Below Antariksha is Bhumi, our Earth.
And beneath Bhumi lie the seven lower Lokas:
Atala-lokaVitala-lokaSutala-lokaTalatala-lokaMahatala-lokaRasatala-lokaPatala-loka
I belong to Rasatala.
We had a door linked to Earth, protected by Mynaka, near Lanka.
But we made Mynaka flee—we attacked the gates from all directions."
Simha listened, absorbing the map of mythic descent.
"So… if someone wants to see that loka,
You're saying they must search beneath the Earth?"
Jira nodded.
"Yes.
It's all taught by Lord Vāmana—he gave us special classes when I was a boy,
Before I escaped."
Simha looked toward the south.
Jira continued, voice steady and reverent.
"At the end of all the seven lower Lokas,
Lies the Garbhodaka Sagara—
The cosmic ocean where the story of Lord Varaha Avatar begins."
Simha nodded.
"Yes… I've read it in the Purāṇas."
Jira blinked.
"You read Purāṇas?"
Simha smiled.
"You think time travel is easy without spiritual knowledge?
If we mistakenly land in the Mahābhārata, Rāmāyaṇa, or Purāṇic periods,
Without understanding their dharma…
We cannot even face the gods.
One wrong step—and we're erased."
Jira bowed his head.
"I understand.
So the future doesn't matter—only the past does."
Simha raised his hand.
"Not just Purāṇas.
We must know the Śāstras, Mahābhārata, Rāmāyaṇa, Vedas,
And the history of each worldline.
Every timeline has different myths.
That's why we, the Chrono Police,
Are trained to learn all myths and histories—
Because in time travel, anything can happen."
Jira's eyes darkened.
"Then it's dangerous.
What if evil uses time travel to destroy myths?"
Simha's voice was firm.
"That's why we exist."
Jira nodded.
"Got it.
What's the next plan?"
Simha stood.
"Simple.
The opponents went into hiding after I caught you hostage.
According to their logic, you were a shield.
So I sent your sister to deliver a message to your old boss:
I've offered mercy.
If they value life… run."
Jira clenched his fists.
"What about that tyrant Manrakasura?
He killed many Japanese, captured Japan,
Not because they lacked assassination skills—Japan knows that deeply—
But because they had no defense against rakshasas.
He turned their people into living dolls, mocked their culture, their gods,
And now controls them like puppets."
Simha's eyes burned.
"I'll take him to death.
I'll free Japan.
The rebellion has begun.
But to restore balance, we must find Mynaka—
And reset this timeline."
Jira looked up.
"Is that possible?"
Simha nodded slowly.
"Yes… but it's not guaranteed.
According to Kali Yuga law,
Gods and Asuras cannot intervene until the 4th step—the Apocalypse, when Kali himself appears.
The scriptures say Kali Yuga lasts 432,000 years.
We're in the first step—only 6,000 years have passed.
That means we have 426,000 years remaining.
Each 100,000 years is a step.
So divine intervention is forbidden until the final phase."
He paused.
"If we solve this now…
The world may change drastically.
A reset is possible—but never guaranteed."
The forest trembled
"I have a plan to destroy Manrakasura.
After your sister delivers my message,
He'll react with ego—
He'll send his entire clan to attack me.
And in that pride…
He'll lose everything.
Wait and see."
Jira nodded, impressed.
"Good plan.
But I know their weaknesses.
I don't know the tyrants…
But I know the people around him."
Simha turned, intrigued.
"Good.
Then explain each character—
Their personality, their powers, their flaws."
Jira sat down, eyes sharpening.
"Okay…
Let me start."