February 20, 2026.
The sky was unusually silent.
Akshay never believed in destiny.
For him, life was simple — survive, improve, become stronger. The world of Kaliyuga had taught him one thing: if you are weak, you are crushed.
The streets were noisy that evening. Honking vehicles. Dust in the air. The smell of smoke and impatience.
He checked his phone while crossing the road.
One mistake.
A blinding headlight.
A deafening horn.
And then—
Darkness.
He didn't feel pain.
He didn't feel fear.
Only falling.
Endless falling.
It was as if his body had disappeared but his consciousness remained… floating in a void where neither time nor space existed.
He tried to scream.
No voice came out.
Then a strange vibration echoed through the darkness.
A whisper.
Not loud. Not soft.
Ancient.
"Your time here ends."
He saw flashes — his childhood, struggles, ambitions, unfinished dreams.
He had wanted power.
He had wanted a second chance.
The void began to crack like shattered glass.
A sudden pull dragged his soul forward.
And then—
Fire.
He gasped.
But not as a grown man.
As a newborn child.
A violent cry escaped his tiny lungs.
The air felt different.
Heavy.
Ancient.
The sky above was not polluted grey — it was vast, deep, endless.
He couldn't understand anything.
No memories.
No identity.
Only instinct.
Around him stood towering figures.
Their bodies were massive.
Eyes glowing red.
Fangs visible.
Not humans.
Rakshasas.
One of them, a powerful Rakshasi woman, held him gently — strangely gently for someone so terrifying.
Her skin was dark like midnight.
Her aura burned like fire.
But her eyes…
Her eyes held something unexpected.
Affection.
"This child…" one demon elder growled, "He is different."
The Rakshasi looked down at the baby.
"He carries two bloodlines."
Human.
And Rakshasa.
Lightning cracked across the sky.
Somewhere far above, destiny shifted.
The Rakshasi did not wait.
Without speaking another word, she leapt.
The earth beneath her cracked as she disappeared into the depths.
Into Patala.
The underground realm of power and darkness.
Years passed.
The child grew.
His name was given during a ritual under the blazing fires of Patala.
"Akshay."
The elders whispered.
It meant—
The one who does not decay.
The one who does not end.
Immortal in spirit.
But Akshay remembered nothing.
Not his death.
Not Kaliyuga.
Not Earth.
He only knew one truth—
Patala was brutal.
Children were trained, not raised.
Weakness was punished.
Compassion was mocked.
At the age of five, he was thrown into combat training.
At seven, he broke his first opponent's arm.
At ten, he faced beasts that would terrify grown warriors.
Yet something about him was unnatural.
His learning speed was abnormal.
His endurance impossible.
Even demon generals began whispering.
"Is he truly one of us?"
His human bloodline made him unpredictable.
His Rakshasa blood made him terrifying.
But deep inside…
Somewhere buried…
There was a restlessness.
As if his soul had lived before.
As if this was not the beginning.
Sometimes at night, when Patala was silent, he would stare at the dark ceiling of the cavern and feel—
Empty.
Like he had lost something.
Like he was meant for more.
At eighteen, during a brutal training duel, something happened.
His opponent — a giant demon warrior — struck him with full force.
The impact sent him crashing into stone pillars.
Blood filled his mouth.
His vision blurred.
And in that moment—
A flash.
A road.
Headlights.
A horn.
February 20, 2026.
His death.
His eyes widened.
Memories flooded back like a storm breaking a dam.
"I… died."
He was not born here.
He was reborn.
This was Dwapar Yuga.
The era of gods.
The era of Mahabharata.
His breathing grew heavy.
His heart pounded.
Two lifetimes merged inside him.
And for the first time—
He smiled.
"If I have been given a second life…"
His eyes burned with determination.
"Then this time… I will not remain weak."
Far above Patala…
Mount Kailash trembled slightly.
As if someone had noticed.
And destiny began to move.
End of Chapter 1