The Flight of the Prime Minister
The final night in Jammu & Kashmir was restless. Aaryan noticed Tommy, the newly transformed mountain guardian, slipping away into the shadows alone. Aaryan watched from the window but said nothing; he trusted the creature's instincts. By morning, the team was packed and ready. They boarded their flight from Jammu & Kashmir, and the plane took off into the clear blue sky.
Midway through the flight, the sensors in Aaryan's Architect System began to scream. A missile had been launched at the aircraft. The reason was clear: the Prime Minister of India was on this very flight.
Aaryan remained seated, his "Ayanokōji" poker face as still as stone. He turned to Simran, Riya, and Tommy. "Handle this," he commanded. "But be careful—no one must see your true faces."
1% of the Architect
The trio moved with supernatural speed. Simran and Riya exited the craft using phase-shift magic, while Tommy leaped into the air, his guardian power allowing him to run on the clouds. The initial skirmish was easy, but then, a fleet of high-tech fighter jets appeared. The girls were skilled, but they weren't capable of handling an entire squadron of jets alone.
'Aaryan, we need help!' Riya's voice echoed in his mind.
"I will grant you 1% of my power for two hours," Aaryan replied.
Instantly, Simran, Riya, and Tommy became 100x more powerful than before. Their auras expanded, and they moved like lightning, tearing through the fighter jets with ease. To the pilots and the Prime Minister's security, they appeared only as blurred shadows—Aaryan had used his Identity Changing Power to cloak them, ensuring their secret lives in Bhilai remained safe.
The Reward of the Mastermind
Once the threat was neutralized and they returned to their seats, the girls leaned in. "Aaryan, do we get a reward for that?" Simran whispered.
Aaryan looked at them, his mind calculating. "Why should I give you a reward? I provided the power that helped you win."
However, internally, Aaryan's logic was shifting. He thought to himself, I think a reward should be given. But he didn't say it yet.
Once they reached home in Bhilai, Aaryan called Simran and Riya into his room. "You both fought well," he said. He manifested two clones of himself, and in a rare show of affection, he kissed them both. The girls were stunned, enjoying the unexpected warmth from the usually cold Architect.
The Ascension to Immortality
As the evening settled, the reality of the Half-Yearly Examinations loomed. "Don't you have to study?" Aaryan asked.
"Yes, but not now," Simran replied, leaning against the doorframe. "We are too tired. Am I right, Riya?"
"Yeah, Simran, you're right," Riya added.
"Fine," Aaryan said. "I need to train. Can I use your clones for my session?"
With their permission, Aaryan created high-tier clones of Simran and Riya to act as sparring partners. He entered the training hall and activated 1000x Gravity. Without his God-level powers active, he couldn't even stand. The pressure was like having a mountain on his shoulders. He activated his divinity, and only then was he able to rise, though with great trouble.
Under this crushing weight, his progress was exponential. One dip was equal to 10,000 dips in normal gravity. One squat was equal to 2,000 squats. But Aaryan's desire for power was still not satisfied.
"System," Aaryan commanded. "Buy all God Powers. Every single one."
[TOTAL COST: 150,000 SC COINS]
Aaryan hit the 'Buy' button. A blinding light consumed him as he integrated 1,000 different God Powers. In that instant, he became immortal and invincible in that universe. His aura expanded by 10,000,000,000,000x, a force so massive that Simran, Riya, and Tommy felt it from across the house and rushed to the training room.
They saw Aaryan standing in the center of a swirling vortex of energy. He had reached the Level of Immortality.
The Sacrifice of Simran
The glory lasted only thirty seconds. Aaryan's mortal vessel, even one as trained as his, could not contain the burst of infinite power. He collapsed, unconscious. His body was badly injured; his blood veins had burst from the internal pressure.
"Riya!" Simran screamed, kneeling over his broken form. "Can we make him like before? Can we save him?"
Riya's digital interface flickered. "Yes... but the cost is high. You must pay 30,000 SC Coins and one year of your life span."
"I'll do it!" Simran shouted.
The exchange was made. Simran received a legendary healing magic capable of restoring a person from the door of death in 0.00001 seconds. She cast it on Aaryan, her hands glowing with a divine light. But as Aaryan's wounds healed and his breathing stabilized, the toll on Simran proved too much. She collapsed beside him, unconscious.
Now, both the Architect and his most loyal partner lay still. Riya stood over them, her digital eyes full of uncertainty. What will happen next?