They dropped hard.
No burst of light. No swirl of magic. Just gravity doing its job and the ground not bothering to be gentle.
A vast, suffocating silence wrapped around them. The land stretched endlessly—mountains of black sand etched against a murky night, and above, a crooked moon stared down like it was judging them.
No trees. No animals. No food.
Ishu groaned, propping himself up. "Everyone still breathing?"
Debu coughed out dust. "Technically... yes."
Krishna sat up and looked around. "So... this is what budget teleportation looks like?"
They stood up and froze for a moment.Their clothes had changed--outfits that looked like they belonged in this world.
Ishu twirled once. "Okay, not gonna lie—I look awesome."
Krishna squinted. "And yet, you still talk like a rejected god."
"I'm a multi-lingual god now," Ishu grinned. And then, just to prove a point, he switched tongues.
Suddenly, Ishu was spouting insults in Elden Vulnic. Debu responded in a tongue so ancient it made the sand ripple. Krishna joined in with Celestial Binary, sounding like a sarcastic microwave. The three broke into giggles, throwing mock curses at each other in every forgotten dialect imaginable.
Then it happened. A message popped up infront of them in a floating screen.......
[WARNING: VIEWER DISSATISFACTION DETECTED]
Viewers are angry as they cannot understand the language you are speaking.
Then came the voice of the angel. Not his body—just a tired, echoing tone:
"We can auto-translate some languages... but most of what you're saying isn't even in our system or never heard of. You're losing audience fast."
The trio blinked.
Ishu sighed. "Alright, alright. Let's switch to standard speech before we get canceled."
Krishna nodded. "Fine fine..... Democracy wins."
Debu gave a thumbs up. "I shall curse in plain Hindi now. For entertainment."
They all laughed—loud, deliberate. Their first step in this barren world wasn't dramatic. It was stupid. But that was the point.
Because even here, under an evil-looking moon, in a wasteland made of silence… the adventure had begun.
Ishu squinted at the endless black terrain, then glanced at Krishna and Debu. "So… what now? Do we play rock paper scissors now? or find something interesting here?"
They glanced around. Nothing moved. No trees. No sky change. No beast charging out dramatically for plot convenience. Just dry dunes and an unsettling stillness that made even sarcasm feel heavy.
Krishna dusted off his cloak and adjusted his belt. "We walk," he said plainly.
Debu frowned. "Toward what?"
Krishna pointed. "Anywhere. The world's round. Eventually we either loop or fall off."
Ishu shrugged. "Falling off sounds exciting. Might unlock a bonus scene."
Debu cracked a grin. "What if we just end up walking in circles for ten episodes and realize we were a metaphor the whole time?"
They all paused.
Krishna nodded. "Then we play rock paper and scissors."
And so they began. No map, no destination, but their silhouettes slowly carved a path through the black sand as the crooked moon watched… possibly rooting for their failure, possibly smiling. Hard to tell.
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It was hard to tell how much time has passed but seeing there exhausted faces it was easy to figure out that they were walking for a long time.
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more walking.............
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They were just about to give up — feet blistered, spirits dim.
Then Krishna tripped.
A skeletal hand jutted out from the sand, its fingers curled possessively around a small, obsidian-like stone. The bones were half gone — not broken, but eaten. Jagged, unnatural bite marks along the ribs and face hinted at something unspeakable.
They were afraid to touch the skeleton but was more delighted to find something in this land.......
Debu said without missing the beat, "Look its krishna bhaiya friend......."
They giggled.
Ishu knelt, squinting. "Wait. Look at the stone… there's writing."
Most of the carvings had been eroded by time… but not all.
Krishna squinted at the fragment. "Looks like a spell." He read aloud the few surviving words:
[FIRE… imagine….......… chant… TER...AH...I..NO...KHALZ.....FYRE… shape…]
"Great," Debu muttered. "We found half a spell in a half-eaten corpse. Totally safe."
Ishu sat cross-legged. "This language… it's Yuoipty."
THERE ARE 150(ONE HUNDRED FIFTY) CHARACTERS IN YUOIPTYLANGUAGE.
Ishu told to them.
He added," we can find the missing chant if we try every combination while imagining what we want to conjure. Shape it in your mind… then chant the spell and according to my anime knowledge the chant will only work if we imagine the correct element that was related to chant."
As soon as Ishu finished his explanation, the others clapped instinctively—part reverence, part excitement. He gave a cool, dashing look worthy of a protagonist reveal, wind brushing his messy hair at just the right angle. No wind was present.
They sat in a circle around the scorched skeleton. The stone, nearly decomposed, whispered remnants of magic.
"Yuoipty," Ishu said, tapping his chin. "Old world spell-language. If we understand it, we understand the rules of creation."
Debu blinked. "Rules?:
Ishu nodded. "Mana equals intention. Intention equals shape. Shape plus chant equals reality."
One by one, they focused. Closed eyes. Felt mana flow from within. Imagined. Whispered lost syllables into the night.
Sparks fizzled. Embers danced. But nothing held.
Until Debu—snickering—channeled his chaotic energy.
His fingers pulsed red.
He blurted a half-correct chant…
Fwoosh!
A flame erupted. Wild. Radiant. Slightly tilted.
Definitely shaped like a pair of underwear.
Krishna blinked. "Did you just summon fire lingerie?"
Debu stood, arms wide like a stage magician. "Proud of his creation."
Ishu laughed, clapped. "You did it. Ridiculous—but brilliant."
Krishna sighed. "First spell in a new world, and we invent flame underwear of men."
Ishu rose, solemn. "As expected… of my DISCIPLE."
They all laughed, warm light flickering over their faces. No longer lost. Not quite equipped. But now undeniably armed—with magic and questionable fashion choices.
Ishu asked about the spell he just spoke.
debu answered,"Tervah, lyno, khalz."
It was a uncomplete spell thats why it was unstable,"Krishna added.
THEY ALL SPENS THE FEW HOURS FINDING THE RIGHT SPELL AT THE END THEY FOUND IT.
TOGETHER THEY CHANTED,
"Tervah, lyno, khalzur fyre."
Fwoooooshhh!
CREATING A HUGE FIRE UNDERWEAR, hovering like a majestic battle banner above the barren sands. It spun slowly, radiating heat and pure chaotic energy.
Then—ping!
[Viewer Response: DELIGHT SURGE]
[Congratulations! Your absurdity pleases the higher beings.
Viewership has increased.
FLAME OF FURY has donated 200 Star Money.
FLAME OF ABYSSAL has donated 200 Start Money.
Currency has been deposited to the personal store]
[EACH CHARACTER HAS ITS OWN UNIQUE PERSONAL STORE BUT IN THIS TRIO CASE THERE PERSONAL STORE WAS MERGED INTO ONE AND THEY SHARED THE STAR MONEY WITH EACH OTHERS. IT WAS A HUGE DISADVANTAGE TO THEM BUT THEY WERE ABLE TO ACCESS MORE STUFF THAN ANYBODY ELSE BUT MOST OF IT WAS.......]
[Krishna's Store: Tactical Tools & Logical Gear.....and more+
Ishu's Store: Style, Sorcery, and Absolutely Unnecessary Accessories...and more+
Debu's Store: Sketchpads, Snacks, and Spells You Shouldn't Use Indoors...and more+]
Debu struck a pose beneath the floating briefs. "I feel honored."
Krishna folded his arms. "We made underwear... and it made us rich. The universe is broken."
Ishu adjusted his nonexistent glasses. "No, my dear boys... the universe is entertained."
The fire crackled. The star money shimmered. And somewhere above the void, the gods laughed.
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