Location: Palace of Shunya 0 – Ōmako Chia Kingdom
Time: 1:00 PM – Shunya Dynasty Command Hour
From the icy throne of the Shunya Dynasty, ruler of the vast Northeast Asian belts, sat the third emperor of the Kalasura lineage—
Shunyabritha Kalasura Chakravarti III
His voice thundered through the obsidian palace.
"Minister Ajavendra Kala—come forth!"
Ajavendra bowed.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Shunyabritha's eyes burned.
"What happened in Lumbini?
Who dared to step upon the Emperor's shadow?"
Ajavendra spoke with restraint.
"Your Majesty…
It was Gnivasura, under Shambara's command.
They killed Ardhasura."
Shunyabritha stood, fists clenched.
"Locate him. Now."
Ajavendra pulled out a glowing gadget map, powered by the Munikala App—a tactical tool developed by Shunya's own tech sages.
He pointed.
"He is in Savandurga Forest, Your Majesty."
Shunyabritha laughed—high-pitched, cruel.
"What is he doing in a mountain forest?
Hiding?
Meditating?
Or preparing a curse?"
Ajavendra nodded.
"Intelligence reports say there is mystery in that forest.
Shambara's son is also present."
Shunyabritha's eyes gleamed.
"Then send Akalkakasura.
Bring me both heads—Shambara's son and that Gnivasura.
Hahaha!
Send him now using Tree Transfer Mantrika Vidhi."
Ajavendra bowed deeply.
"Amazing, Majesty.
We will bring the heads of those Rasatala warriors who dare oppose the nobles of Shunya.
Let's see what happens."
Location: Alakasura Palace – Near Lumbini
Inside the shadowed halls of the Alakasura Palace, the air pulsed with mantras and blood.
Alakasura, a mantrika and devout bhakta of Kali, stood in his ritual chamber, forging a sword through ancient rites—
Animal blood dripped into a carved basin, feeding the blade with rage.
Suddenly, the chamber doors opened.
Minister Ajavendra Kala entered.
"Alaka, you have a mission from His Majesty."
Alakasura turned, eyes glowing.
"His Majesty called me?
I am Senapati.
I salute you, Minister Ajavendra."
Ajavendra stepped forward.
"We are nobles of Rasatala.
Shambara was once a mere soldier.
Now he calls himself king and dares to attack.
Let us show him what we truly are."
Alakasura growled.
"Lumbini… in their hands?
I will not spare anyone who touches it.
I hid the Buddha's teachings there.
Now it's time to defeat.
But who is the target?"
Ajavendra replied:
"It's Gnivasura."
Alakasura burst into laughter.
"That crybaby Gnivasura?
Always whining—'Give me this, give me that.'
What an idiot.
Let me bring his head.
It's time to cut the friendship."
He turned to his ritual tree.
"Mission on."
Ajavendra nodded.
"Use Tree Transfer Vidhi."
Alakasura drew a sacred tree sigil on the floor, dipped his fingers in blood, and began chanting mysterious mantras.
The tree glowed.
Alakasura wrapped himself in its bark.
The forest shimmered with heat as Gnivasura, the Agni Tantrika, stepped forward, flames dancing around his fists.
"Give up, human.
You're no match.
I'm not like the ones you killed.
Chanting gods won't save you.
I am fire incarnate.
Come—let's see who truly wins."
Simha's eyes narrowed.
"Let's see."
Suddenly, the sky cracked with a tree sigil—a glowing mantra seal.
Descending from the heavens came a towering figure:
Alakasura
Hooded in black hair Armored in skulls Bearing the Shunya Dynasty banner on his war crown Wielding a massive blade, forged in blood
He landed with thunder.
"Well, well, Gniva…
Let's have a duel.
And who is this human?"
Gnivasura growled.
"Alaka… why are you here?
To bully me again?"
Simha stepped forward calmly.
"Let me introduce myself.
I am Vikrama Simha, a Kshatriya and herb collector—for now.
I was ambushed by an unknown enemy claiming to be the Adriktaclan.
I'm fighting to protect myself.
That's enough for a short intro."
Alakasura nodded.
"Good to hear.
Then go fight that bastard of Adriktaclan.
Take your herbs and leave.
I am Alakasura, General of the Shunya Dynasty.
He attacked us first—this is war.
I'm here to fight him."
Simha raised a brow.
"As you wish.
But if you destroy any herbs…
I'll beat you to a pulp."
Alakasura laughed.
"Hahaha!
Don't worry.
I'll take care of him."
Gnivasura's voice cracked.
"Alaka… you were my friend.
Now you want war?"
Alakasura's eyes burned.
"You never valued friendship.
You took Lumbini—my sacred ground.
I hid the Buddha's teachings there."
Gnivasura shouted.
"It was Shambara's order!"
Alakasura stepped forward.
"Same here.
I'm under Shunya's command.
So let's fight."
Simha crouched beside Jira, eyes scanning the battlefield.
"Nice, Jira…
It's time to ambush."
Jira whispered:
"What happened to Gnivasura?"
In the distance, the forest erupted—
All trees destroyed by a blazing tantrika field.
Gnivasura stood in the center, laughing.
"Behold my Tantrika Kundalini Agni Samhāra Vidyā!
Hahahaha!
This time, I bully Alaka!"
Alakasura staggered, unable to withstand the flame pressure.
Simha turned to Jira.
"Stay here.
This is not a place for war.
Let me hunt that fire demon."
In a flash—Simha vanished.
Within seconds, he struck Gnivasura's head with his sheath, causing confusion and breaking his flame focus.
He grabbed Alaka, pulling him to safety.
"This is not your battlefield.
Stay back.
Let me rip him apart."
Alakasura, stunned by Simha's serious gaze, thought:
Who is he?
Why did he save me—a Dānava?
Simha spoke calmly.
"Repay it when I'm in danger.
And believe in the god you pray to."
He turned.
With one swing, Simha cut a massive boulder in half, lifted it, and hurled it toward Gnivasura.
Gnivasura snapped out of confusion, eyes blazing.
He saw the incoming boulder and roared:
"Agni Kundalini Netra!"
From his eyes, twin beams of fire—laser-like tantrika blaze—sliced the boulder mid-air.
He transformed.
Four arms emerged:
Two normal, armored in obsidian Two made of pure fire, swirling with tantric energy
"Agni Kundalini Aha Meva!
This is my ultimate art!"
He charged Simha, striking with relentless fury.
Simha was thrown across the battlefield—landing near Alakasura.
But… no damage.
Gnivasura paused, stunned.
Alakasura blinked.
"How…?"
Simha stood calmly.
"Now I'll activate Brahmāṇḍa System—telepathic link to Jira."
In Jira's mind, a voice echoed:
"Brahmāṇḍa System connected.
Assisting: Jira."
Jira gasped.
"What is this?"
Simha replied through the link:
"Did you see those fire arms of Gnivasura?"
Jira nodded mentally.
"Yes… but why didn't they hurt you?"
Simha smiled.
"Simple.
I was born on Jupiter.
This planet's gravity is nothing to me.
That's why I've taken no damage so far."
He continued:
"I told you before—where I stay, my strength is different.
I'm a Kshatriya, trained in combat.
And not just that…
I've traveled through time 300 times.
Learned fighting from many masters, across many timelines, in many worldlines.
Don't worry about me.
Just stay safe.
Because now…
I'm serious."
Simha stood firm, eyes locked on Gnivasura's blazing form.
"Wow, Gniva…
Your fire is useless.
It can only burn trees."
Gnivasura snarled.
"How?
How did you survive my most powerful move—
The same one that killed Ardhrasura?"
Simha smirked, voice calm.
"Simple.
I'm the prince of Guru Samrajya."
(Another layer of mythic disguise.)
Gnivasura blinked.
"Prince?
Where is this kingdom?"
Simha shrugged.
"You can call me Introducer M.
It was on Jupiter.
My plane was destroyed."
Gnivasura scoffed.
"Don't make me a fool.
How can a human live on a gas giant?"
Simha replied smoothly.
"It's covered.
A protective layer shields us."
(Faking with fragments of truth—Jupiter strength, cosmic cover.)
Gnivasura narrowed his eyes.
"Fine.
But why are you attacking our prince?"
Simha's voice sharpened.
"What's wrong?
He attacked first.
According to royal law of my kingdom—
If anyone attacks me,
I have the right to punish."
Gnivasura growled.
"You're lying.
Maybe you're using Indrajāla or Mahendrajāla—
Illusions to manipulate Asuras like us."
Simha stepped forward, eyes blazing.
"What a pity.
You call me Asura, then doubt me?
Let's see—
Who is Asura,
And who is human.
Come.
Fight."
Jira's voice echoed in Simha's mind.
"You told truth and lie to Gniva, right?"
Simha replied calmly:
"Yes, Jira.
I gave him half-truth, half-lie.
I'm truly from Jupiter, but from timeline 30,000—far beyond this era.
I'm not a prince or king.
I'm an agent, an officer—a protector."
He paused.
"And the second point you sensed…
That I'm god-chosen—
That's real.
That's why I came to this timeline.
To restore what was broken."
Jira bowed mentally.
"Good to hear.
I salute you, sir."
Simha smiled.
"Now let me finish this battle."
Simha charged forward, using his sheath to counter every fist move from Gnivasura.
Gnivasura roared:
"How?
How are my fists not reaching you?"
Simha smirked.
"Because you're weak."
Gnivasura growled:
"Weak?
I've trained day by day!"
Simha's voice cut through:
"But you're not physically powerful.
You lack dimensional strength.
If I were you,
I'd return to Pātāla, train harder,
And try to reach Emperor Bali's army—
Become a true imperial."
He stepped closer.
"You and your fellow Dānavas who came to Earth…
Just fools and weaklings.
That's why the strong stayed behind."
Gnivasura snapped:
"We don't think like that!"
Simha's eyes flared.
"Exactly.
That's why you always lose.
Look at the Purāṇas:
You do tapasya, Ask boons, Rule with ego, And then die by the same gods—
A cycle of pride and fall."
He paused.
"But the genius was Vibhīṣaṇa.
And the true emperor was Bali.
Both were Rakshasas.
Both were granted immortality—
Because of their goodness."
Simha's voice turned sharp.
"That's what you must learn."
Gnivasura screamed:
"Stop mocking meee!"
Gnivasura roared once more, eyes blazing with fury.
"Agni Kundalini Tantrika – Agni Chandamūrtha!"
All surrounding fire gathered into a massive flame cloud, swirling like a wrathful deity.
He clapped his hands.
A meteor began falling from the sky.
Alakasura gasped.
"That move…
It will destroy the entire mountain!"
Gnivasura rose airborne, laughing wildly.
"Hahahahaha!"
But Simha stood calm.
"Wow…
Mind-blowing technique.
A fusion of samurai sword style and chained fist combat.
Let me respond."
He began chanting:
"ॐ नमो वासुदेवाय।
Om Namo Vāsudevāya."
He repeated it with devotion.
His sword began to glow.
Brahmāṇḍa System Update: Skill List Expanded
Divine Sword: Warath – Selected
His hand wrapped in chains.
His sword sheathed.
As the meteor descended, Simha leapt into the air.
He slashed in eight directions, praying to the guardians of each realm.
Then he bowed to the Earth, slashed downward—
All fire lifted.
He turned to the burning cloud, prayed to the Sky, and slashed upward.
A miracle occurred.
The fused fireball shattered and vanished.
In a flash—
Gnivasura's hands were cut His limbs severed Simha kicked his body, then Slashed his head down
He turned to Alakasura.
"I ripped him apart."
Alaka, stunned, whispered:
"I… I run.
I recovered.
I escape."
He vanished into the woods.
Jira stepped forward.
"Boss…
You're really something Let Me Call You Simhaswapna -Means Who Wins War like lion never losing and who fears enemy ."
In front of Simha, the Brahmāṇḍa System pulsed:
Sudden Quest: Defeat Gnivasura – Completed Before Initiation
Reward: Free Skill – Lightless Slash Obtained
Pray to activate.
Level Update: Simha Level 1 → Level 2
Mission Update: Take the Head of Adriktaclan Boss – Time Limit: 1 Hour
The forest was silent.