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otaku programmer reborn in Hindu mythology as brahma's son with the power of Dracula and an RPG system
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Chapter 1 - The Logic of Divinity

Chapter 2: The Logic of Divinity

🧠 The First Week: Observation and Calibration

The first week of Nitya's existence on the Brahmaloka was spent in a state of controlled, accelerated awareness. While his physical form remained that of an infant, his mind—Kenji Nakamura's highly efficient, detached operating system—was already engaging in advanced systemic analysis.

The plane of Brahma, the Satya Loka or Brahmaloka, was not merely a location; it was a conceptual matrix. The air did not contain oxygen, but Prana—the essential breath of the universe. The light was not solar, but the diffused radiation of cosmic truth.

Nitya, the demigod-vampire, processed this reality with chilling clarity.

Self-Assessment: Status. Infant. Physicality: Divine-Hybrid. Weakness: Susceptible to lack of Prana/Blood. Strength: Latent Divinity, Supernatural Vampire Physiology. Current Objective: Maximize internal growth and minimize resource depletion.

The central problem was the Thirst. It was a constant, low-frequency hum beneath his consciousness, an insatiable demand from the Dracula inheritance that conflicted with his high-tier spawning location. Draining his divine mother, Saraswati, was not only an unthinkable tactical error—it would destroy his source of knowledge and protection—but also fundamentally unnecessary, given his goal.

His solution was clinical: Passive Prana Absorption.

Instead of feeding, he focused his entire infant will—an act that should have been impossible for a newborn—on utilizing the passive abilities of his new form. He did not seek to consume the Prana filling the atmosphere; he sought to filter it. He imagined his small lungs and skin as highly sophisticated mana-to-HP converters. The Prana was infinite, but diffuse. His vampire physiology, driven by its predatory need, was incredibly efficient at capturing it.

Within three days, the dull ache of the Thirst receded from a nine to a manageable two on his mental scale. He had achieved System Equilibrium.

He spent the remaining four days simply observing his parents.

🕊️ Saraswati: The Resource of Knowledge

Saraswati was the epitome of calm, focused creation. She rarely held him, understanding instinctively that her son required mental stimulus over physical comfort. When she did, her touch was light, the sensation akin to pure, distilled music flowing through his tiny limbs.

"My Nitya," she would murmur, her voice a perfect chord. "Observe the threads. Everything is a pattern. Chaos is merely a pattern you have yet to understand."

Nitya observed the pattern of Saraswati. She spent her moments either composing the Vedas (which Nitya perceived not as scriptures, but as constantly generating, self-correcting programs detailing the structure of reality) or manifesting concepts.

One afternoon, she manifested a flower—not of matter, but of Idea. It was the perfect, archetypal lotus. Nitya, using his enhanced, detached senses, tasted the idea of the lotus. It was pure, sweet Potential.

His thought process was immediate: Mother is the ultimate library. Accessing her directly is the fastest route to high-tier knowledge acquisition. Emotional attachment is irrelevant; the goal is data extraction. She seems to approve of my observational detachment.

He realized his otaku detachment was, in this divine realm, read as Divine Focus. His lack of infant-like warmth was interpreted as the concentrated tapas (ascetic discipline) required of a sage. This was a massive advantage.

✨ Brahma: The Engine of Creation

Brahma, his father, was rarely present in physical form. He was too vast, too occupied with the infinite task of weaving the cosmos. When he did appear, it was always at a distance, a figure of tremendous, quiet power seated upon the cosmic lotus, contemplating the four cardinal directions—four faces, each observing a different stage of a Kalpa.

Brahma did not use words with Nitya. He communicated through Concept Waves.

One moment, Nitya was staring at the intricate, fractal pattern on his crib railing. The next, a Concept Wave washed over him, and his mind was flooded with the mathematical certainty of the Big Bang, the physics of dark matter, and the cyclic nature of time. It lasted a fraction of a second, but contained volumes of data.

The experience was overwhelming, yet Nitya's Insatiable Drive reacted with ecstatic fulfillment. This was the ultimate lore dump.

Father is the ultimate system administrator. Accessing his knowledge is high-risk/high-reward. The data packets are too dense for current processing capacity. Must increase mental resilience and capacity before requesting another Concept Wave.

Brahma looked toward the infant, one of his faces—the one looking toward the past—cracking into a faint, distant smile. The Creator seemed pleased by the sheer, unblinking intensity of his newborn son's gaze.

"He does not weep for milk," Brahma rumbled, the sound vibrating through the very threads of creation. "He weeps for understanding."

🌑 The Awakening of the Ability

On the eighth day, Nitya felt the Prana absorption rate plateau. His passive skills were capped. He needed to push his hybrid nature further.

He was sitting silently in his crib, watching a small, luminous butterfly of solidified geometry that Saraswati had manifested for him. It fluttered too close.

Instinct took over, not from Thirst, but from a strategic desire to test the new mechanic.

The latent vampire ability manifested subtly. Nitya's irises, usually a deep, calm gold, flashed a momentary crimson. A minuscule fraction of his being reached out. This wasn't a physical act; it was a targeted metaphysical siphon.

He didn't suck the blood of the butterfly. He drew its Prana Signature, the unique energetic identity that defined the butterfly's temporary existence.

The butterfly didn't die. It simply ceased to be an idea. The solidified geometry dissolved back into generalized Aether.

Nitya felt a faint, invigorating spike of energy—a mere ripple, but pure and high-quality. His system registered the successful test:

[ABILITY CONFIRMED: Prana Siphon (Level 1)]

[RESOURCE GAIN: +1.2 Units of Aetheric Vitality.]

[ANALYSIS: Targeted consumption is significantly more efficient than passive absorption. Must develop control to prevent critical system failures in targeted resources (i.e., killing a non-replenishable asset). This is the key to my Insatiable Drive—not merely absorbing, but harvesting.]

Nitya closed his eyes, the brief flash of red receding. His face, still that of a newborn, was impassive. The detachment was complete. He was not a son, but a player in a new, infinitely complex game.

The path to omniscience and ultimate power was clear. It required absolute control, calculated predation, and the relentless, Insatiable Drive to master the intricate physics of the divine world. He was ready to begin his divine ascension.