Prologue
In the God Realm, where reality bent to divine will, Krishna stood at the edge of eternity and looked down.
The Supreme God—ancient, infinite, eternal—saw the mortal world suffering beneath a veil of darkness. His divine eyes narrowed. Wars raged. Innocents died. Corruption festered like an infected wound. The balance had shattered.
*Enough.*
Without a word to the other gods, Krishna began his descent. His luminous form compressed, folding into itself as he pierced through the veil between realms. The journey was violent. His forming mortal body trembled, cracks of light bleeding through skin that couldn't contain even a fraction of his power.
*Damn.* The realization hit him hard. *I only brought 0.005 percent of my divine power, and I'm still tearing apart.*
The choice was brutal: abandon the descent or seal everything away.
Krishna closed his eyes and chose sacrifice.
Divine seals wrapped around his power like chains, locking away his strength, his wisdom, his memories—everything that made him who he was. When the process completed, the Krishna entering the mortal world would remember nothing. He would be human. Completely, utterly human.
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**In the God Realm, Radha felt the absence like a knife to the heart.**
One moment, Krishna's presence was there—warm, constant, eternal. The next, nothing. Void. Emptiness where he should be.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed in fury.
"You descended to the mortal world alone?" Her voice started soft, deadly. Then it exploded. "**WHAT WILL THIS RADHA DO WITHOUT YOU?**"
The God Realm *shook*. Palaces trembled. Rivers sloshed. Flames bent and flickered.
"**WHAT ABOUT OUR PROMISE? WHERE THERE IS RADHA, THERE IS KRISHNA!**"
Her power blazed like a supernova, rage and love intertwined into something terrifying. The other gods froze, sweating despite their immortality.
"Just you wait," Radha declared, her voice cold with promise. "This Radha is coming, too. We'll see how you face me then!"
Reality itself seemed to hold its breath.
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## Chapter 1: System Awakening
The history teacher's voice droned on about Mughal emperors, each word blending into monotonous background noise.
Krishna's eyelids grew heavy. Not from lack of sleep, but from sheer *boredom*. Seventeen years, eleven months, and six hours of perfectly ordinary existence. Good grades. No trouble. The kind of student teachers forgot the moment class ended.
But beneath the surface, Krishna burned with hunger.
Late-night web novels had planted seeds of impossible dreams. Systems. Cultivation. Ordinary people thrust into extraordinary destinies. He'd devoured thousands of chapters, his phone screen glowing blue in the darkness while his parents slept, wondering: *What if?*
What if he was chosen? What if everything changed?
His head dipped forward, consciousness drifting between waking and dreaming. Vivid scenes painted themselves in his mind—ancient battles, divine power, wisdom beyond mortal comprehension...
Then—
**[SYSTEM: AWAKENING.]**
Krishna's eyes *snapped* open.
His heart *exploded* into overdrive, hammering against his ribs like thunder. Not a sound. Not a sight. A *presence* blooming in his mind, impossible to ignore, undeniable as gravity.
*This is real.*
The recognition hit him like lightning. This wasn't a daydream. This was the moment he'd read about a thousand times—the system awakening. The chosen one.
Around him, life continued normally. Mr. Sharma still teaching. Priya twirling her pen. Rahul cursing at his mobile game. None of them knew that reality had just *split* in two.
Joy surged through Krishna so intensely it hurt. His hands trembled. Every boring day, every mundane hour had been leading to *this*.
He reached inward with pure instinct, directing his intent toward the presence.
*Yes.*
**[SYSTEM: CONGRATULATIONS, HOST. DIVINE GUIDANCE KARMA SYSTEM ACTIVATED.]**
The words resonated in his soul, each syllable carrying weight beyond meaning.
"Whoa," he breathed, the sound lost in the classroom noise.
He, Krishna, utterly ordinary, had just been handed a System. Not just any system—a *Divine* system.
Questions exploded in his mind. "Okay, my dear System. What exactly do you do? Are you going to make me immortal? Grant me world-destroying powers?"
**[SYSTEM: SUCH MATTERS DEPEND ENTIRELY ON THE MANIFESTATION OF MY MANDATE. AND, PERHAPS, MY DISPOSITION.]**
Krishna blinked, surprised. The System had... *personality*? It was implying its help depended on its *mood*?
A smile tugged at his lips. "A bit particular, aren't we?" Then, more directly: "So, what can you do?"
**[SYSTEM: I WILL PRESENT TASKS. UPON THEIR SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION, YOU WILL RECEIVE REWARDS. THESE REWARDS WILL MANIFEST ACCORDING TO A CHARACTER YOU CHOOSE.]**
"A chosen character?" His brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
**[SYSTEM: YOU SHALL SELECT A CHARACTER—FROM MYTH, FROM SCIENCE FICTION, FROM THE REALM OF FANTASY. THE REWARDS WILL CORRESPOND TO THAT CHARACTER'S ATTRIBUTES AND ABILITIES. IMAGINE, FOR INSTANCE, RECEIVING THE TECHNOLOGICAL PROWESS OF IRON MAN, OR THE ARCANE SECRETS OF A SORCERER SUPREME.]**
Understanding crashed into him like a tidal wave.
*Holy—*
This wasn't just generic powers. This was choosing to *become* someone. Iron Man's genius. Superman's strength. Goku's martial arts. The possibilities felt infinite, each one more incredible than the last.
But then clarity struck, sharp and certain.
His own name. His own legend.
"I understand now," he said, conviction burning in every word. "My name is Krishna. So, I choose… God Krishna."
The pause that followed felt heavy, cosmic.
**[SYSTEM: ARE YOU CERTAIN? THE FULL MANIFESTATION OF SUCH A BEING CARRIES SIGNIFICANT RESPONSIBILITY.]**
A warning. A chance to reconsider. To choose something simpler.
Krishna didn't hesitate. "Yes. Absolutely sure."
The certainty filled him like fire. This was right. This was *destiny*.
**[SYSTEM: VERY WELL. CONGRATULATIONS, HOST, ON CHOOSING YOUR DIVINE TEMPLATE. INITIATING FIRST REWARD PROTOCOL: BODY STRENGTHENING.]**
Warmth exploded in his chest and rushed outward—not painful, but powerful. His muscles tightened, refined, became *more*. His bones felt denser. His blood flowed with new vitality. It felt like waking up after the best sleep of his life, like his body was finally becoming what it should always have been.
Krishna flexed his fingers and felt the difference immediately. Stronger. Faster. More capable. Not superhuman—not yet—but fundamentally enhanced.
Around him, Mr. Sharma continued teaching about Shah Jahan. The fan kept clicking. Sunlight painted golden rectangles on the floor.
But for Krishna, everything had changed.
The droning history lesson faded into insignificance. He sat at his desk looking perfectly normal, but inside he was transforming. Inside he was becoming something *more*.
A confident smile touched his lips.
His journey had begun.
**To be continued.**