The sky over the city was quiet, painted in soft hues of orange as the sun began to set. Yeshwanth was sitting on the terrace of his house, lost in thoughts. The world felt colder since that divine challenge was given to him. One year… one year to become a millionaire, one year to fight against gods, one year to prove that his love for Nila wasn't just a dream.
He looked at his phone screen, where Nila's photo glowed faintly under the evening light. "I'll do it… no matter how impossible it sounds," he whispered.
But just as he closed his eyes, a sudden light flashed across the sky—too bright, too alive. The wind stopped. The air around him vibrated. His body froze as the glow formed into a human shape descending slowly before him.
A tall figure wrapped in radiant gold and white armor stood in front of him. His presence felt warm yet overwhelming—like sunlight that could burn. His eyes shimmered like twin stars.
Yeshwanth's heart pounded. "W-who are you?" he stuttered, shielding his face.
The being smiled gently. "I am the God of Light, ruler of the Celestial Dawn and rival of the God of Realms," he said, his voice echoing like a calm storm. "And you, mortal boy… are the one I've been searching for."
Yeshwanth was stunned. "God of… Light? You mean, like the gods who rule other worlds?"
The god nodded slowly. "Exactly. You've caught the attention of more than one divine being, Yeshwanth. Your courage, your defiance, your love—it broke through the barriers of worlds."
Before Yeshwanth could react, a beam of light surrounded them both. In the blink of an eye, the world around him dissolved—the rooftop vanished, the wind stopped—and they appeared inside a strange, shimmering space filled with glowing cubes of light and floating circles like portals.
"W-where are we?" Yeshwanth asked, looking around in awe.
"This is the Divine Corridor, a space between worlds," the god said. "No mortal can enter here… except you. I needed to talk to you privately."
Yeshwanth felt his heart race. "Talk to me? Why?"
The god's gaze softened. "Because I have a proposal for you. I want you to come to my world, the Isekai of Luminaris. I want you to fight for us in the upcoming God's Tournament."
"Fight?" Yeshwanth repeated, confused. "I don't even know how to fight! I'm not a hero or a warrior. I'm just… me."
The god chuckled. "Even the greatest warriors started as ordinary people. But you, Yeshwanth, have something that most lack—a reason. You fight for love. That alone can shake the heavens."
Yeshwanth clenched his fists. "But… I already have a challenge here. I need to become a millionaire in one year to win back Nila."
The god of light's eyes glowed brighter. "I know. I also know why that challenge was given—because Nila is the daughter of the God of Realms. He despises mortals and wants to prove that your love is weak."
Yeshwanth's body stiffened. "So he… he's the reason for all this pain."
"Yes," the god replied. "And I can help you defeat him."
Yeshwanth looked up sharply. "Help me? How?"
The god smiled. "In my Isekai world, everything runs on divine energy—magic, battles, and even trade. You can take quests, defeat monsters, protect kingdoms, or run divine businesses. Every job you complete earns you Light Coins, which can be converted into real-world currency when you return. One successful mission could earn you lakhs according to your world's money."
Yeshwanth's eyes widened. "You mean… I could actually earn real money there?"
The god nodded. "Exactly. You could become a millionaire faster than you ever imagined. You can return home any time through the Celestial Portal, bringing your earnings back with you. But there's a condition."
"What condition?"
The god's tone grew serious. "You will be bound by divine law. Once you enter, you must not abandon your path. The Isekai world is not a game, Yeshwanth—it's a battlefield between gods, where the fate of realms is decided."
Yeshwanth fell silent, his thoughts spinning.
This was insane. Unreal. A literal god was asking him to travel to another world—to fight, to earn, to survive. But when he remembered Nila's tearful face, the fire in his heart reignited.
He looked up with determination. "If this can help me get stronger… if this can make me a millionaire and bring her back, then I'll do it."
The god's smile returned, warm and approving. "That's the spirit I expected."
A golden portal opened beside them—a swirling circle of light that pulsed like a living heart. The god extended his hand. "This portal connects Earth to my Isekai, Luminaris. Once you step through, your soul and body will adapt to the world's magic. You will receive a divine system—your guide, your weapon, and your connection to me."
Yeshwanth stared at the portal. The wind from it brushed against his face, like a whisper from another universe.
He hesitated for a moment. "Will I be able to come back? To see my family, my world?"
"Yes," the god said. "Every dawn, the portal will open for a short while. You can return here—but time in your world and mine flows differently. A week there is just a day here."
Yeshwanth took a deep breath. His heart pounded with fear, but also with excitement.
"This is it," he thought. "A chance to change everything. To prove myself to her… to the gods… to the entire universe."
He clenched his fists. "Alright, God of Light. I accept your offer."
The god's eyes gleamed with divine pride. "Then let your new journey begin, Yeshwanth—the boy who defied gods."
As Yeshwanth stepped forward, the portal began to swirl faster, pulling wind and light around them. Sparks danced in the air, the Divine Corridor trembled, and the sound of chimes echoed like a symphony.
"Remember," said the god's voice as Yeshwanth's body began to glow, "you're not just fighting for love—you're fighting for destiny."
Yeshwanth took one last look at the glowing world behind him. "Wait for me, Nila. I'll return as the man who changed fate itself."
And with that, he stepped into the portal.
The light swallowed him whole.
When he opened his eyes again, he wasn't standing on Earth anymore.
The sky was painted in hues of blue and gold. Floating islands drifted above oceans of clouds. Strange creatures with wings of crystal flew overhead, and in the distance, a city of glass towers shimmered with pure magic.
He looked down at himself—his clothes had changed into a white coat trimmed with golden lines, a sword attached to his waist glowing faintly.
From nowhere, a faint voice echoed in his mind:
"Welcome, Yeshwanth. You have entered Luminaris—the Realm of Light."
Yeshwanth smiled faintly, feeling the energy of a new world coursing through his veins. "Let's begin," he whispered.
Above, the God of Light looked down from the Divine Corridor, his expression proud yet tense. "Let's see, mortal… can you truly change the fate of gods?"
The story of Yeshwanth—the Mortal who Challenged Heaven had just begun.