Removing the water from above himself. But this time, there was hope in his mind—that now, he would be able to do it.
When unconscious Ansh opened his eyes, he was floating on the surface of the water.
Now he had understood that the water which was drowning him was now moving according to his will.
He understood that the water he was trying to control was actually everywhere.
He was no longer just seeing the water of the lake; he was seeing the true nature of water.
His eyes, which were once brown, now appeared light blue like sacred water, mixed with the shimmer of endless stars.
His dark brown hair had grown long and turned blue, flowing in the air like waves.
His eyes were now feeling water everywhere—
in the moisture of the air,
in the depths of the ground,
in the leaves of the trees,
and even within himself.
He realized that gathering water was never the goal,
but understanding it was.
And then a light flashed.
Within moments, the entire world began to shine with light, and then it merged into Ansh's mind.
The God Trial had been passed.
He could feel his powers increasing.
His vision had become extremely sharp; the reflections around him felt completely different.
He was now understanding this world much better,
but he had still not come out of that world.
Slowly, the world began to change,
and then a shadow of a door appeared before him.
Gradually, he moved toward it,
and then some force pulled him inside.
He was inside the God Trial labyrinth.
(Note: Whenever an heir gives the God Trial, there is only a 1% chance that the heir will become a god.
And to become a god, the heir is pulled inside the God Trial labyrinth,
where they must go through god awakening through tasks.)
Inside, the air was heavy and suffocating—
a mixture of anticipation and ancient energy that weighed down on Ansh's shoulders as he moved deeper through the winding corridors.
He had been wandering in this cave for many days;
every step was a harsh test of endurance, willpower, and intellect.
But more terrifying than these trials was the deep silence that surrounded him.
It felt as if the air itself was watching him, waiting for his next move.
Ansh wiped the sweat from his brow when he reached a fork in the path.
He hesitated, because he felt a strange attraction toward the dark and narrow passage on the left.
And then at the end of that dark cave—
When Ansh opened his eyes, he was not in that cold, cruel cave.
He was somewhere else.
He was now standing on the banks of a calm, mysterious lake.
There was a slight dampness in the air, and the clear reflection of the sky shimmered on the surface of the water.
All around stood tall, withered trees—as if silent sentinels of a forgotten past.
Ansh slowly looked around.
This place… felt familiar to him.
As if he had seen it before.
But where? And when?
Just then, he noticed a young man.
That young man was the same age as Ansh, yet he looked different.
He was wearing simple, ancient clothes.
His hands were rough, bearing marks of old wounds—evidence of hard labor.
But the deepest impression was left by his face—
filled with worry, burdened.
It felt as though there was a heavy responsibility on his shoulders…
a weight Ansh could feel, but not fully understand.
The young man was kneeling on the edge of the lake.
His hands were joined.
He was praying—
a deep, silent, meaningful prayer.
Ansh took a step forward—
and the moment his foot touched the ground, the world changed.
---
Now he was watching children playing.
They were calling out to someone—
"Neeraj! Neeraj!"
The faces of the other children were blurred, but Neeraj was clear.
"Let's go hunting in the forest!"
one child said.
Neeraj went with them.
They laughed, played, and hunted rabbits.
That time… was simple. Innocent.
---
The scene changed again.
Now Neeraj was fifteen years old.
He had gone hunting into the forest with his friends.
They were chasing a deer.
Neeraj threw a spear—
but the deer escaped.
The spear struck an ancient tree.
But it was no ordinary tree.
An evil entity was sealed inside it.
The moment the spear touched it, that power was released—
and instantly vanished.
The spear had fallen quite far away, so Neeraj and his companions noticed nothing.
They hunted the deer and returned to the village—happy and carefree.
But after some time…
A drought began in the village.
Water sources dried up one by one.
Even the fishes disappeared from the sea.
---
Five years passed.
Almost the entire village had turned into ruins.
Only a small pond remained, which kept the people bound by a small hope.
People began to believe it was a divine reservoir.
They started worshipping it.
And it was the same lake that preserved life,
on whose banks Neeraj was now sitting…
praying.
---
Ansh felt everything.
That agony.
That fear.
That desire for liberation.
As if Neeraj's emotions had connected with his soul.
For a moment, Ansh forgot himself.
He was no longer in the depths.
He was in Neeraj's life.
Neeraj's village was dying.
No food remained. No water.
And he had come here—
to sacrifice his life.
So that his village could survive.
Ansh felt the weight of that sacrifice in his heart.
---
Days passed.
Neeraj grew weaker.
But he remained unmoving by the lake.
The cold of the night pierced his bones,
the heat of the day burned him—
yet he did not move.
On the seventh day—
his body had withered.
His voice had turned into a trembling whisper.
And he offered his final prayer.
---
Then—
the lake answered.
The water shimmered.
It rose—
not as rain,
but as the source of life.
The water spread across the land.
The dry soil was soaked.
Crops came back to life.
The village was saved.
But in return—
the lake embraced Neeraj no it was Ansh.
Ansh saw—
Neeraj being pulled into the depths.
But he did not die.
No.
He entered a realm
beyond the physical world—
a realm of endless water.
Where he faced trials
that no human could endure.
---
"Only the worthy can unite the waters
and become divine heirs."
Now the voice was clear.
---
The vision shattered.
Ansh returned to the present.
He was once again in the depths—
but Neeraj's story now lived inside him.
There was a strange peace in his mind.
And for the first time—
he felt realization.
"Finally… someone who understood me."
Those words were not his.
They were Neeraj's.
But as they echoed in his mind,
they became his own.
A final spark
that held him
even as darkness consumed him.
He had heard stories of those who came before him—most had failed, few had succeeded, and even fewer had returned unchanged.
But this path felt different, as if it were calling to him, beckoning him toward a secret meant only for him.
It was a very faint whisper—almost inaudible, yet unmistakable.
Ansh's heart beat in rhythm with the surrounding energy.
His instincts screamed that this was no ordinary trial; this was something far greater.
As if the gods themselves had hidden this path, guarding it jealously, waiting for someone worthy enough to discover it.
Finally, after many hours of walking, Ansh was back inside that cave.
The narrow tunnel opened into a vast chamber.
Its walls shimmered with a faint, mysterious light that seemed to originate from the space itself.
At the center of the chamber stood a pedestal, and atop it lay a relic—
an ancient, cracked stone, still pulsing with a strange, otherworldly glow.
Ansh slowly approached the relic, his heart pounding loudly.
The air hummed with energy, and he felt something responding within him—as if the relic had been waiting for him, for this very moment.
He hesitated for just a moment, then reached out and touched the stone.
The instant his fingers made contact, the entire world exploded into light.
A surge of power—unlike anything Ansh had ever felt—rushed through his body.
His veins ignited with divine energy, and his mind was flooded with visions—
visions of ancient gods, forgotten wars, and powers beyond human comprehension.
He saw himself standing among the gods, wielding unimaginable power.
Knowledge of eons poured into him, filling every corner of his existence.
When the light faded, Ansh stood in the chamber, breathing heavily.
He was no longer the same person.
The gods had chosen him, accepted him, and in that moment, Ansh ascended.
He had become a low-tier god—
his mortal limits shattered,
his destiny changed forever.
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