THIS BOOK IS MAINLY FOCUSED ON HINDU MYTHOLOGY BUT WE WILL ALSO DWELL INTO OTHER MYTHOLOGIES AS WE PROGRESS
IT IS A BLEND OF MYTHOLOGIES
AND DUNGEONS

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Year: 2035.

Ten years ago, the skies cracked.


Not with thunder, nor warplanes—

but with rifts.

These weren’t just visual anomalies. They were gateways—interdimensional portals that Earth’s scientists quickly termed “Dungeons.”

Dungeons or portals as the world now called them, appeared across the Earth without warning. Each one was a fracture between dimensions—some leading to mythological realms long forgotten, others to alien landscapes so hostile they devoured entire scouting teams.

At first, the world panicked, assuming them to be nuclear tests, alien invasions, or natural disasters. But these dungeons didn’t behave like anything known to physics. Satellite footage showed each portal surrounded by a zone of atmospheric distortion. Inside them? Entire landscapes alien to our Earth—some mythological, others monstrous and unknowable.


Some dungeons contained creatures straight out of ancient scripture—Nāgas from Vedic texts, harpies from Greco-Roman mythology, or obscure gods who had long since been forgotten by mankind. Other rifts revealed biomes more suited to nightmares: acidic jungles, ice worlds that bent gravity, or structures pulsing with intelligence.



In the first month alone, five major cities fell.
Beijing, Lagos, São Paulo, Istanbul, and Philadelphia—gone, overrun by creatures we didn’t understand, coming through dungeons we couldn’t close.


Then came the second anomaly. A global surge in human neural activity.

Scientists identified it as a quantum shift in consciousness. Spiritual leaders called it divine selection. Journalists labeled it “The Great Filter.” But the name that stuck was:
Awakening.

Roughly 20% of humanity developed access to an invisible “System”—a personal interface only they could see. It gave them abilities, status screens, and skills that turned ordinary people into weapons.

The rest of the world? Still human. Still fragile. Still dying.



Roughly 20% of the global population began to exhibit System access—an invisible interface only visible to the user. This System showed stats, combat abilities, class upgrades, and most importantly, potential.

It wasn’t random.
Those who Awakened were typically 18 or older, and many had undergone moments of extreme stress, trauma, or proximity to a dungeon. Some said the System chose warriors. Others claimed it selected reincarnated souls or bloodlines tied to forgotten mythologies.

Now, the world lives in a tense balance. Hunters ranked from F to SSS defend the Earth from dungeon incursions. And deep within this chaos…

In some cities, Awakened rule like kings. In others, governments remain intact, barely holding together.

Technology also evolved:
Mana-reactive alloys replaced steel.
Smart-glass visors sync with System interfaces.
Dungeon-gathered artifacts are now global trade commodities.

And deep in the shadows…
Some dungeons don’t close and breaks happen.
Some awakeners don’t follow the rules.
And some individuals… aren’t just chosen.

They’re remembered.

And in the midst of this fragile new era—
a man named Arvan will learn that the voice in his head…
is not madness.
It is a memory.
A throne. A war.
And a name: Rāvaṇa.

A storm begins to stir.

Location: Hunter Administration Bureau – Combat Trial Wing


A vast, circular arena reinforced with mana-soaked alloy—meant to contain even S-Rank outbursts—glimmered faintly under the fluorescent lights. Thick glass separated the observers above from the gladiator pit below.


Arvan stood alone in the center, heart pounding like war drums. His shoes scraped faintly on the steel-etched floor. His file was minimal—F-rank, zero combat records, a dormant interface. But the Bureau wanted to test him anyway.


Above, a gallery of officials and S-rank Hunters observed behind thick observation panels. They whispered, made notes, some barely looked up. All except for one.


Reina Vārsha stood at the far end of the glass, arms crossed, her pale-golden eyes not missing a twitch. She had seen enough awakenings to know when something wasn't right.


A faint hiss echoed. A monster was summoned—standard simulation protocol.


It wasn't massive. A C-rank Basilisk Lurker: scaled, hissing, teeth gleaming with venom. Quick, brutal, and the perfect test for fledgling combatants. But Arvan didn't move. He just stared.


A voice—deep, echoing, smooth like molten obsidian—broke through the noise.


"Do you intend to die like a child cornered in his cradle?"


The air stilled. A cold pressure radiated outward.


From Reina's perch, the sensors began to spike—power levels hitting C, then B, then shattering the scanner's upper threshold in a cascade of red warnings.


Down below, Arvan's form shifted—not physically, but in presence.


His eyes flickered black. Then crimson.


A grin—not his—spread across his face.


—and was impaled mid-air by a spear made of shadow, summoned from nothing. The arena floor cracked. The beast writhed, then split down the middle as the spear twisted—dissecting it into black ichor and shredded scales.


"Though I'd hardly call this sport. What else have they brought me, I wonder? A rat? A priest? Perhaps… her?"


His expression changed—slightly amused, wickedly amused.


"But like i said if she keeps looking at me like that… I might just kiss her before I kill her."


"Shut it down," someone behind her said.


Below, Arvan twitched. The smirk faded. His head jerked once to the side—like something inside was resisting.


"W-Wait… I didn't…" he whispered, his own voice cracking through.


Blood dripping from his nose. Hands trembling. His system screen blinked faintly behind his eyes—


"This isn't an awakening… It's a possession."


And that was when her own system pinged.


Investigate Subject: Arvan (Potential Class: Unknown / Divine-Interference Suspected)


Chapter 12 - CHAPTER 11– THE CRACK IN THE VESSEL