English is not my first language, so I write each chapter in my mother tongue and then have it translated using ChatGPT.
This is my first novel, although I have written other novels before and deleted them. I plan to write at least sixty chapters for this novel, so the early chapters may contain many mistakes — I want to apologize in advance. Once the web-novel team gives my novel a contract, I will thoroughly revise those early chapters. Until then, I hope you will help me avoid mistakes in my opening chapters. Thank you.
"Aryan, I think we should break up," Prachi said.
Hearing Prachi's words, Aryan was stunned — he and Prachi had known each other for four years and had been in a relationship for the past year.
Aryan was only seventeen.
When Aryan didn't answer, Prachi looked at him as if he were a fool. She said, "Do you know? The guy I'm dating now treats me like a queen." Saying this, Prachi raised her wrist and said to Aryan, "Are you looking at the watch on my wrist? It's a Rolex — it costs fifty thousand US dollars. Do you think I did something wrong by breaking up with you? The truth is, you don't deserve any girl. Any girl with even a little common sense wouldn't want to stay with you. And yet you think a campus beauty like me would fall for you. Yes, I admit I was with you before, but not because I loved you — not at all. The truth was I wanted to use you to get something done. Now that I've achieved it, why should I keep being in a relationship with you? Today is my last day in twelfth grade. After today I'll never come back to this school, and in two months, under my boyfriend Rajat Saksena's influence, I'll get into a good university. Oh — and I forgot to tell you one thing: Rajat and I have already done everything that couples do. Do you understand what that means?"
Hearing such a brutal confession from Prachi shattered Aryan's heart completely. He had never imagined that the girl he loved would betray him so badly. He looked at the girl standing in front of him and then said, "Thank you. You saved me. Otherwise, I would never have seen your true face. Now that I have seen you for what you really are, I don't want to be with you at all. From today on, we're strangers. And if you ever make the mistake of coming into my life again, remember — I will kill you."
When Prachi heard Aryan say that, she became furious and was about to retaliate, but someone rested a hand on Aryan's shoulder. Prachi, seeing this, flew into a rage and formed her fist, ready to strike whoever had interrupted her. But when she turned and saw the face of the person who had put a hand on Aryan's shoulder, her fist relaxed and a sweet smile came to her face. She said to the man, "Honey, you've come. Look — I've completely broken up with this poor boy. And just so you know, I didn't do anything with him." She smiled provocatively at Aryan and added, "When a couple is romantic, I didn't even feel anything for him."
Hearing Prachi, her boyfriend Rajat said, "That's my darling. I knew you were different — you wouldn't do anything with a poor boy." With that Rajat walked over to Aryan, leaned close to his ear and sneered, "I don't know why poor people think they are chosen by heaven. We'll play with a girl like her for a while and then drop her. You people should know your place — you aren't worthy of thinking you're special." Saying this, Rajat patted Aryan on the shoulder twice and gave him a sweet smile. Then he turned back to Prachi and said, "Let's celebrate your official breakup today. You can invite all your friends." He looked toward Aryan once more and added, "And you, loser — you should come too. If you don't, remember I'll make your life hell." Saying this, Rajat left with Prachi. Prachi glanced at Aryan one last time, gave him a provocative smile, and walked away with Rajat, proud and arrogant.
Seeing how proudly Prachi left with her new boyfriend, Aryan couldn't help but shake his head; he knew their relationship would break soon enough. He was curious to see how Prachi would react when things turned sour. Aryan didn't dwell on it — he walked out of the school because that day was the last exam of twelfth grade. Now that his exams were over, he wanted to move forward in life and didn't want to let anyone become an obstacle.
It's often said that when one person is unhappy, another rejoices — that proverb applied to Aryan now. When the other students who had heard about Prachi's breakup started whispering among themselves, Aryan paid them no mind. As he walked on, a boy named Dashrath stepped in front of him. Dashrath said, "How does it feel, hero, to have your girlfriend in someone else's arms?" Dashrath was one of the brightest students in the class, though he always lagged behind Aryan academically. That was why he hated Aryan. Seeing that Prachi had broken up with Aryan, Dashrath could not let the opportunity go — this was his chance to humiliate Aryan. After all, today was the last day of twelfth grade; nobody could predict whether the students would meet again. For Dashrath, this was the last chance to put Aryan down, so he seized it.
When Aryan saw his rival strutting around the class, he ignored him. He acted as though Dashrath didn't exist. That irked Dashrath even more, and he spat insults at Aryan: "You poor two-rupee scum — your worst habit is not looking at people like us. The truth is, men like you aren't worth standing before us rich boys. You should know your place."
Those words stung, but Aryan once again ignored Dashrath because he didn't want to waste his day on a petty fight. He walked past Dashrath, who grew more furious at being snubbed. In a fit of anger, Dashrath pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. When the man on the other end picked up, Dashrath said, "Hello. I want someone killed today. I'll pay a good sum. I want him beaten to a pulp, and then I want to kill him myself. Just do me this favor." Dashrath gave all the relevant information about Aryan and then a devilish smile spread across his face. He muttered to himself, "You two-rupee poor boy, you've gotten the nerve to ignore me — let's see how today becomes your last day." Then he left.
Aryan left school and headed home; his mood was terrible — the girl he loved had betrayed him. Yet it wasn't as if he had been completely unaware — he had known since the day Prachi (or Priya — the text alternates) began cheating on him. For five months Aryan had given her chances, hoping she would admit her mistake and come to him and beg for forgiveness. After five months of effort, seeing that she was playing with his feelings, he stopped caring. He had anticipated that Prachi would break up with him on this very day, so he used that as an excuse to separate and move on.
As Aryan tried to clear his mind of any thoughts about Prachi, an inner voice spoke up: Dashrath, a student from his class, had given a contract to Jaipur's most notorious gang to kill him. Hearing that in his mind, Aryan's lips curled into a chilling smile. He thought, "I want to see how many people Dashrath can hire to kill me." Then his system — Paras — spoke to him and said, "Host, should we take care of Dashrath and his gang?" Paras was a system, and when Paras said this, Aryan replied, "By all means. If they want to kill me, why shouldn't I kill them?" After saying that, Aryan fell silent and quickened his steps.
When Aryan was sixteen, his parents entrusted him with the system as an inheritance. They gave him extensive information about their legacy and, after explaining everything, left planet Earth. Since then Aryan had been living alone in the family home.
In truth, Aryan's family had been continuously raising successors for fifteen thousand years. But one thing made his family different: only one child was ever born into each branch. The reason was that the original ancestor who received this system had a unique trait—the system's bearer could produce only a single child who could inherit an upgraded version of the system. If the bearer had any other children, none of those children would receive any version of the system. That was why every branch of Aryan's family always produced only one child, and that child was always male.
It wasn't that Aryan's ancestors could not see daughters being born—far from it—but the reality was that only sons could bear this particular system, and each branch produced only one child. When Aryan was sixteen his parents revealed this truth to him. They also told him that if he ever wanted to produce offspring in the future, he would have to marry at least ten women. Those ten women would then somehow merge into one single woman, and the child born from that union would be extraordinary.
Aryan's father was named Veer Singh Rathore. Aryan had fifteen mothers, each with her own name. When all fifteen forms of his mothers merged into one pure body, that unified mother was called Sandhya, and Aryan's father addressed her by that name. When his mothers lived separately in their different bodies, Aryan's father addressed each of them by her respective name.
Before Aryan's parents left for another planet, they explained the family's lineage to him and told him plainly that he belonged to the wealthiest family in the world. They advised him to begin forming relationships early, but Aryan was madly in love with Prachi at the time and told his parents that he wanted to spend his life with only one girl. His parents consented. They already knew the truth about Prachi, because they had extracted all the information from her mind and discovered she did not truly love Aryan. Still, they withheld that truth from Aryan because they wanted him to learn the reality on his own and to follow the path of his ancestors—forming relationships with more than one woman. When Aryan discovered Prachi's true nature, he resolved to behave like his ancestors and enter relationships with multiple women.
A little further from his school, Aryan turned into a narrow, deserted lane. As he entered, he heard the sound of footsteps. Paras—the system—spoke in Aryan's mind: "Host, the men Dashrath called have all arrived. Their number is currently fifteen. Dashrath is completely hidden; once his men have badly injured you, Dashrath will finish you off."
At Paras's words, a cold smile crossed Aryan's face. He said to himself and to Paras, "Do they really think I'm weak? These fools don't know who they're messing with. I once fought against aliens when they tried to invade Earth. Tell them whatever you like, but do not pick a fight with Aryan Singh Rathore." With that he moved further into the lane so that when he eliminated his enemies no one would see.
What Aryan didn't know was that a CCTV camera in the lane was fully activated. Paras knew this but said nothing—because Paras remembered certain orders from his old master, and only Paras knew what those orders were. At that exact moment the gang Dashrath had hired appeared before Aryan and surrounded him from all sides.
Will Aryan be able to kill all his enemies, or will he be badly wounded at their hands? When he does fight them, will the police arrest Aryan — or will Paras delete all the CCTV footage from the lane to protect him?
To find out, stay tuned with *The Civilization Warrior*.