Before starting this novel, I want to share something with you. This is my first novel, so it may contain many mistakes. For that, I sincerely apologize in advance and hope you will forgive me. But trust me, as I progress further in this novel, you will gradually see improvement in it. That's why I hope you will forgive me for the earlier chapters.
Next, I especially want to say something to the web novel community. English is not my first language, which is why I write my chapters in my mother tongue and then translate them using AI. I could also use Google Translate, but that often creates a lot of errors. That is why I choose AI translation, so my readers can have a better experience.
Please rest assured that I only use AI for translation—and nothing beyond that. I want to make it clear that if I were to rely on AI to actually write my story, then I would lose the right to call myself a true writer. Thank you for your understanding.
"Doctor, is there really no cure for my illness?"
A seventeen to eighteen-year-old boy asked the doctor sitting before him. Hearing his words, the doctor sighed deeply and, with a heavy heart, replied—
"Aryan, I'm sorry, but your disease is truly fatal. Even today, no proper cure has been discovered. You must know that you are in the last stage of cancer. If it had been detected in the early stage, maybe we could have treated it, but now it is impossible.
Even though modern science has achieved great progress, with technologies capable of curing even the most incurable diseases, people like us cannot access them. Such treatments require billions of dollars—money neither you nor I possess. So, we can only dream about them. Since you are my son's closest friend, all I can do is pray to God that some miracle happens and you are healed completely."
This doctor was Sanjeev Dixit, a reputed physician from Jaipur. The boy sitting before him was Aryan Singh Chauhan, his son's best friend. Six months earlier, when Aryan discovered his serious illness, he went straight to Sanjeev Dixit. The doctor tried his best to keep Aryan's spirits from breaking and even treated him free of cost. Yet, deep inside, Dixit knew he could not save him—because Aryan's illness was beyond human abilities.
They say, when God wills something else, human effort cannot change it. Despite all his attempts, Sanjeev could not stop Aryan's inevitable fate. By 2030, advanced genetic technologies had been developed that could reprogram human DNA to defeat any disease. Unfortunately, such resources were far out of Dixit's reach.
That day, when Aryan came again, the doctor revealed the whole truth. Aryan, though saddened, accepted his destiny and left the clinic after a short conversation. Sanjeev Dixit could only watch his son's best friend leave, sighing helplessly.
Outside, Aryan wandered through the streets of Jaipur. Born into a poor family, his parents worked tirelessly yet earned only a few dollars. Besides his parents, he had only one sibling—his twelve-year-old sister.
When Aryan first learned of his illness, he chose not to tell his parents. He knew the truth would shatter them. But deep inside, he realized he could not hide it forever. One day, they would have to know. Yet, he still wasn't ready to break their hearts.
Troubled, he boarded a bus leading toward the mountains. Alighting near the peak, he walked up until he reached the top and sat beneath a tree. Tears streamed down his eyes as he looked skyward and cried—
"God! Is it truly Your will that I die so young? Listen, I am not afraid of death. But have You thought what will happen to my parents and my little sister after I leave? They will die alive, every single day. Their world will collapse forever. Isn't this an injustice to them?
I have never wronged anyone. I've always respected my elders, always obeyed the law. Then why have You given me such a harsh punishment? This is unbearable! I do not fear death … I only fear the sorrow of my parents and my sister. Who will stand as their support after I am gone?
If my parents had another son, perhaps I would accept my death without protest. But once I am gone, they won't have any son left. My sister too deserves a brother's love. That is why, O God, I beg You—do not take me away yet. Please relieve me from this torment."
With those words, Aryan broke down, crying bitterly.
At that very moment, a miracle occurred. The ground beneath the tree where he sat split open, and suddenly Aryan fell into a deep chasm. Shocked and terrified, he cursed his fate as he kept plunging deeper and deeper into the abyss.
He tried desperately to grab the surrounding rocks, to stop his endless fall—but his hands found nothing. He truly believed he was born under an ill-starred fate. For almost five minutes he fell through the void, until at last he hit the ground.
Miraculously, despite falling from such a great height, his body had not a single wound. Startled, Aryan whispered to himself:
"How is this possible? I kept falling for minutes, yet I don't even have a scratch! From such a height my body should have been torn apart."
Still confused, he shook his head. Instead of wasting time over this strange mystery, he decided to examine his surroundings.
The place he landed was utterly unknown to him. Filled with countless trees and greenery, and in the distance—nearly three hundred meters away—flowed a river. Carefully scanning the area, Aryan ensured there was no immediate danger and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Behind him stood a massive cliff, steep like a ninety-degree wall—impossible to climb. To his left and right, thick forest stretched endlessly. In front, across the river, he could see an open grassy plain. With no other choice, Aryan decided to cross forward.
Yet, just as he prepared to step into the river, it vanished completely before his very eyes! Amazed and disoriented, Aryan thought hard but found no explanation. Shrugging his shoulders, he moved ahead.
After nearly two hours of walking, he spotted a small hut made of straw and grass. Such a dwelling in this deserted land astonished him—yet filled him with sudden hope. Perhaps someone lived there!
Without hesitation, Aryan rushed toward the hut. From outside, it looked utterly plain. Gathering his courage, he entered.
The moment he stepped inside, his astonishment grew. The hut, which looked so small from the outside, was vast and spacious within! While he stood stunned, a deep, commanding voice echoed—
"At last… someone has made it here. Good… very good…"
Fear gripped Aryan, his legs trembling. He had never imagined hearing such a terrifying voice in this empty place.
Then the voice added—
"Child, do not fear. Your fortune is great, for you have reached here."
Aryan froze for a moment, then clenched his teeth. He was already destined to die soon—what did he have left to lose? Instead of fleeing, he summoned courage and started walking into the direction of the voice.
After two minutes of walking, he found a man seated on a chair, working at something. He appeared to be around fifty, with jet-black hair, a regal presence glowing from his handsome face. So striking was he that women from across the world would have swooned at his sight. Even Aryan could not take his eyes off him.
The man looked up, noticed his stare, and smiled—
"Child, haven't you ever seen a handsome man before?"
Embarrassed, Aryan's cheeks flushed red as he looked away. The man laughed heartily, putting Aryan slightly at ease.
After a long laugh, the man finally calmed himself. He placed a finger gently on Aryan's forehead. Aryan grew pale with fright, struggling to free himself. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape.
"Relax, child," the man said softly. "If I desired to harm you, nothing in this universe could protect you."
The words steadied Aryan somewhat. In truth, the man was reading Aryan's memories—testing his worth. If Aryan had been a criminal or wicked, the man would have slain him instantly. Instead, he saw only goodness, resilience, and the shadow of terminal illness. Impressed and moved, the man finally spoke—
"You are worthy, child. Tell me, would you like to inherit my legacy?"
Shocked, Aryan hesitated. He did not know who this man was, or what this legacy meant. Seeing his reluctance, the man continued—
"Do not fear. The moment you accept my legacy, your last-stage cancer will vanish forever."
Those words lit a spark of hope in Aryan's eyes. With tears and trembling voice, he said eagerly—
"Thank you! Thank you, senior! You may not know this, but my parents love me deeply. My little sister cannot live without me. If they knew I was going to die, they would die of grief before me. I will never forget this kindness!"
The man smiled warmly. "Enough. Since you are ready, let me introduce myself."
He placed his finger again on Aryan's forehead. Instantly, an ocean of knowledge and memory flooded into Aryan's mind. It was so vast his head felt as if it would burst.
The man was none other than Michael Adams, one of the top experts from the Universe's most advanced civilization. He had sealed away his entire lifetime's knowledge, experiences, and secrets into this hidden dimension. For ages, countless individuals had entered, over 10,000 had undergone his test—yet all had failed. Aryan was the first to pass, the true inheritor.
When the torrent of knowledge overwhelmed Aryan's brain, Michael sealed most of it, leaving only fragments necessary for now. The rest would gradually unlock as Aryan grew stronger.
Then Michael produced a small vial filled with glowing liquid. "Drink this. It will cure your cancer completely."
Aryan drank without hesitation. Its taste was unbearably bitter, but within moments, the disease that had ruled his body was gone.
Satisfied, Michael handed him another vial. "And this… will grant you extraordinary power."
Though hesitant, Aryan obeyed, and soon every cell in his body burned. Pain unlike anything tore through him—a torment so vicious he writhed and screamed for three endless hours. Just as his limits gave way, immense power surged within him. His body felt reborn—like he had strength enough to shatter mountains with a single punch.
Michael smiled. "Now you have inherited my legacy. From this day, you are my disciple. Do you accept me as your master?"
Overwhelmed, Aryan fell to his knees and bowed. "Disciple Aryan Singh Chauhan greets Master!"
Michael, satisfied, gifted him a Dimension Ring—a spatial ring with 100 kilometers of storage, filled with treasures. But its layers were sealed, only unlockable as Aryan grew stronger.
Next, Michael conjured a projection—a holographic girl of about eight or nine years, adorable and lively.
"Her name is Mira. She is your AI assistant, attuned to your planet's current level. As you grow, she too will evolve, breaking her limitations." With a gesture, Mira was bound to Aryan's body.
For the final gift, Michael created a set of armor—nano-tech beyond Aryan's imagination. It would remain invisible within his body but, once activated, would envelop and protect him like the most advanced Iron Man suit, only far superior.
When the gifts were complete, Michael's voice grew stern—
"You may leave now. But remember one thing—should you ever use this power for evil, I will return myself and erase you."
With a wave of his hand, Aryan vanished instantly, teleported away from that strange dimension—his life reborn anew.