Chapter 36 "A GOD Item"
Inside the room.
Shivam had already rendered Bukhari unconscious with a well-aimed sleeping ball.
Activating his Chakra Embodiment, he harnessed his full potential of the combined strength of six ordinary humans. The burning desire for revenge caused his killing intent to infuse with Chakra energy, creating a lethal, foreboding presence around him.
Bukhari lay slumped on the floor next to the ritual fire, utterly defenseless.
Shivam approached with silent determination, flipping Bukhari's body to expose his chest and his face to him.
Without a moment's hesitation, Shivam drew back his hand, blade gleaming, aiming to pierce Bukhari's heart.
His movements, enhanced by the Chakra Embodiment skill, were swift and deadly, far surpassing those of an ordinary human.
As the knife descended, Bukhari's left eye snapped open, and the marks of the pattern started to appear as the eye opened.
From that eye, a shadowy hand shot out, seizing Shivam's head with a normal grip.
The lethal killing intent, which was enhanced by chakra radiating from Shivam, had triggered Bukhari's instincts just in time.
Bukhari's left dark eye opened, and from that dark eye came a hand that instently grabbed Shivma's head, which paralyzed Shivma into an unconscious state.
Though Shivam's speed was extraordinary, Bukhari's reaction was faster.
Just after being touched by the dark energy hand that was extended from the dark abysal eyes of Bukhari, Shivam instantly lost consciousness.
The unconscious state was induced by mysterious hands, which imprinted a spherical symbolic pattern on Shivam's forehead, as if branding him with an ominous mark. The pattern spread slowly, intricate lines and symbols weaving across his skin of his head like a crown , eventually converging between his eyebrows.
He fell unconscious, unable to complete his fatal strike and unaware of what had happened with Aadhavi, who also followed inside the Bukhari's abyssal eyes.
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In the abyssal darkness, countless caged rooms hovered eerily in mid-air, suspended by chains that seemed to defy the very laws of nature.
These cages varied grotesquely in size—some vast and foreboding, others cramped and suffocating, and some no larger than coffins.
They spiraled into the void in a macabre, horizontally symmetric pattern, forming a twisted, labyrinthine nightmare.
The spiral bifurcated into two sinister sides: one imprisoning boys, the other girls.
In the larger cages, a sickly, pallid light flickered, casting grotesque shadows that danced like malevolent spirits.
Still, the other cages that were near them could clearly see what was going on in that cage.
The smaller cages, however, were engulfed in an impenetrable darkness where the only rule was the utter absence of light, a void so absolute it seemed to swallow any hope, leaving only despair and dread in its wake.
There was no silence in the darkness; only one sound echoed through the abyss—the anguished cries of boys and girls emanating from the larger and medium cages.
Their wails of pain and despair reverberated, creating a haunting symphony of suffering that could only be found in hell.
In one dimly lit large room, Shivam was tied to a chair, slumped in an unconscious state.
Suddenly, he jolted awake in a panicked manner, the continuous wails from the nearby rooms piercing his consciousness.
The cries of the other captives clawed at his sanity, dragging him back to the horrifying reality of his situation.
As he opened his eyes, filled with horror, Shivam realized he was in a transparent, cage-like room.
Through the clear walls, he could see other cages suspended in mid-air, chained, and floating ominously.
The sight of the chained cages did not shock him, but the misery and torment visible inside them were undeniable.
The suffering of the occupants was painfully clear to his eyes.
A cold flow of anger surged through him, subconsciously triggering his Chakra energy.
But the spherical pattern on his forehead, the dreaded Eclipse Misery Matrix Seal, beamed with darkness. It activated and forcefully suppressed his Chakra flow, producing a heart-wrenching pain that coursed through his body.
This cursed mark was designed to suppress any form of energy, even the powerful Chakra energy, and siphon all the negative emotions generated from despair and pain inflicted on its bearer.
Shivam felt as if hundreds of needles were pricking his body continuously, an excruciating sensation that left him writhing in agony.
His screams echoed through the dark abyss, resonating with the cries of the other captives, amplifying the symphony of suffering that filled this nightmarish place.
After a few agonizing minutes, the pain within Shivam subsided, much to his relief.
Tears filled his eyes; this was the first time he had experienced pain of such intensity.
As the torment faded, his gaze drifted to the cages opposite him.
The sight of the suffering within them reignited a fiery fury in his heart, causing his Chakra energy to flare up once more.
The dreaded Eclipse Misery Matrix Seal on his forehead responded instantly, suppressing the Chakra flow and plunging him back into the same excruciating pain.
It felt as though countless needles were piercing his flesh again, and Shivam's body was shaking with the sheer intensity of it.
Despite the unbearable agony, the fury in Shivam's eyes did not wane but began to increase.
There was no trace of fear about what might happen to him in this caged hell—only an unyielding rage, fury, and hatred, as he didn't close his eyes due to pain but started to observe the misery in those cages.
The pain could not extinguish the fire of his anger.
He screamed, a sound filled with both suffering and fury, resonating through the dark abyss.
Shivam was experiencing the pain constantly as he was looking at the other cages.
As for what was happening in those cages,
On the opposite side of his cage, he saw many girls being tormented by dark figures who were being abused with micery by these black figures, who were wearing glowing beads while their every pleasure was being transferred through their beads to these necklace beads in a particular direction, sucking these energies from these cages.
These dark figures bore an unsettling resemblance to Bukhari.
Their faces were identical to his, yet their entire bodies were shrouded in darkness, emitting a sinister aura.
Though their features were humanoid, their form was distinctly male, lacking any true signs of humanity.
It was as if they were beings from an evil world, twisted and corrupted beyond recognition.
Shivam's mind raced as he pieced together this disturbing realization.
The dark figures, with their eerie similarity to Bukhari, seemed to be manifestations of some malevolent force.
This revelation only deepened his resolve, his fury burning brighter even as the pain from the Eclipse Misery Matrix Seal continued to sear through him.
There were different ages of girls and boys who were brutally abused and raped in these cages, Shivam was able to see that many were underage girls and boys who were being subjected to this cruelty.
Many girls and women were also present who were being gangraped by these black figures.
Even in the constant pain of his Chakra being suppressed, Shivam refused to surrender to the agony.
Many men and boys were also being tortured while attacking every part of their bodies with the smacking wips, which were covered with nails that tore their flesh while wiping them.
He steeled himself against the searing sensations, determined not to falter.
Forcing his mind to focus, he began to observe his surroundings, taking in every detail of the space around him.
Amidst the overwhelming darkness, the only sounds were the cries of brutality.
The agonizing screams and tormented wails echoed endlessly, each one a testament to the suffering inflicted within these cages.
Shivam's eyes scanned the area, noting the Dark and Purple energies transferring from the similar marks on the victims to the glowing beads adorning the dark figures.
Everywhere he looked, he saw relentless cruelty and despair.
The dark figures showed no mercy, only brutal dominance.
The sight fueled the burning rage within Shivam, even as his own pain continued to ravage his body.
There were only cries of brutality; the pain and twisted pleasure experienced by the victims and the dark figures were transferred as dark and purple energies.
These energies flowed from the similar marks on the victims to the beads of the dark figures.
In this place, Shivam saw no shred of mercy—only relentless brutality and cruelty.
The dark figures showed no compassion, reveling in the torment they inflicted.
The other side of the darkness was an impenetrable void, preventing Shivam from seeing what lay beyond.
The darkness had engulfed it completely, concealing whatever force was continuously sucking in the dark and purple energies emitted by both the sufferers and their tormentors.
Shivam's vision was limited to the horrifying spectacle before him, leaving the true nature of the energy-absorbing force a grim mystery.
There were only two rooms where the dark Bukhari figures were absent: his and Aadhavi's.
Glancing across the abyss, Shivam saw Aadhavi restrained to a bed, unconscious in her exosuit, which had been torn open near her chest area, reveling her inner skin in an almost-bare, naked state.
The sight filled Shivam with an overwhelming rage.
His Chakra boiled within him, fighting against the suppression of the Eclipse Misery Matrix Seal.
The seal's pressure increased, attempting to quell the surging energy influenced by Shivam's intense emotions.
Despite the searing pain escalating within him, his anger overpowered the sensation, turning his agony into fuel for his wrath.
Aadhavi, stripped naked and vulnerable, was on the brink of facing the same horrific torture, her dignity at risk of being ruined by the dark figures resembling Bukhari.
Shivam's fury intensified, his Chakra resisting the seal with ferocity, driven by the desperate need to protect her.
The pain was excruciating, but it only served to amplify his resolve as he stared at the looming threat with unyielding defiance.
For an Indian girl like Aadhavi to be in such a state meant a fate worse than death.
Her dignity was at the mercy of the cruelest being Shivam had ever encountered. The thought of her, or any human being, enduring such cruelty was unbearable.
Seeing Aadhavi in such a dire condition, Shivam's fury boiled even deeper within him.
Despite not knowing her beyond a few documented details and the brief time they'd spent together following his orders, the thought of her suffering such a fate ignited a rage he hadn't known he possessed.
The lack of personal connection did little to quell the storm inside him.
"If I can't save her now," Shivam thought, stiffening his fists.
"Who's to say I won't be just as powerless when it's someone I love?"
The notion of this scenario repeating itself, with his loved ones at the mercy of such a cruel fate, was a nightmare he couldn't bear.
The very thought was more excruciating than any pain he had endured, more terrifying than facing the God of Death, Yam Raj, himself.
The image of his loved ones suffering, helpless before him, was a torment he couldn't allow to become reality.
Previously, Shivam had cared deeply for his own life, but now that concern is gone.
In its place burned a singular desire: to save the people trapped in this dark place, a dimension within the eye of Bukhari, and destroy and devour this place and the similar demons basturads like Bukhari.
Shivam didn't care for his pain, but he felt no power, no strength, no energy, only powerlessness.
Shivam's helplessness in being tied down to the chair triggered a fierce rage within him.
Blood oozed from the clinched hands as the nails dug deep into his flesh, his teeth nashing and his gums bleading from the immense pressure on them.
His chakra, an energy source deeply connected to his emotions, began to boil within his root chakra lotus petal.
Despite the Eclipse Misery Matrix Seal restricting every ounce of energy within his body and preventing the Kundalini Optimizer Stone from absorbing vitality from his surroundings, his fury did not subside.
Even his Kundalini Optimizer Stone was being sealed by the Eclipse Misery Matrix Seal and was of no use.
He was in intense pain from the suppression within his body. Shivam closed his eyes, as he was in pain from emotions that were out of his control.
But his intense anger continued to surge through him, pushing his chakra to fight back against the seal's suppression.
The seal strained to contain the boiling energy, while Shivam's resolve to protect Aadhavi and others from this unspeakable horror grew even stronger.
The pain was immense, each throb an agonizing reminder of his helplessness.
Shivam's fury grew with each passing second, an inferno stoked by his inability to act.
His body, unable to contain the storm of emotions, began to betray him.
Blood trickled from his nose, the pressure within his veins forcing it out as his muscles heated like iron in a forge.
His skin turned a furious red, a testament to the unbearable heat and anger that coursed through him. If this continued, Shivam would be consumed, his very life burning away in the relentless fire of his rage.
The turmoil within Shivam was more than emotional; it was physical, transforming him from the inside out.
Deep within his Root Chakra, the lotus petal struggled to contain the surging power.
The chakra formed and suppressed, formed and suppressed, an endless cycle driven by his emotions and the Eclipse Misery Matrix seal's constraints.
This cycle of suppression and production caused a phenomenon that created a mysterious scarlet fire within the single petal that Shivam had opened.
And this fire started to flow within the blood cells of Shivam, which produced heat waves within him that spread through his body. Every cell was brimming with this mysterious scarlet fire.
His blood tore through the vessels in his heart and organs, boiling to such an extent that his body struggled to contain the heat.
Each heartbeat felt like an explosion, threatening to tear him apart from within.
Shivam was in a completely different state, unconcerned about his body.
Fear gripped him as he envisioned the same fate befalling those near him, his loved ones, as it had with Bukhari.
The thought of other demon-like figures emerging made him lose all sanity.
All he wanted was to kill that bastard, Bukhari.
Shivam's breath came in labored gasps, each exhale releasing scalding heat.
His body began to bulge under the immense pressure of his emotions, his muscles straining and his skin reddening as if ready to burst.
His bones started to burn with heat.
His fury was a force of nature, unstoppable, and all-consuming.
This scene of depression, anger, unwillingness, and powerlessness welled up in his heart, and he wanted to resist but was powerless to resist; he hated it, but he couldn't do anything.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Shivam started to bang his hands on the table unconsciously.
"Arrrrrgh!"
Shivam's guttural roar echoed through the dark dimension like the angry cry of a lion, reverberating alongside the cries of others who were trapped. It was a primal sound, resonating with raw power and defiance. For the beings imprisoned within this space, it was the first time they had heard such a roar—a sound that shattered the suffocating silence and ignited a spark of hope.
The fire within Shivam was too potent, ignited by the constant compressed chakra fueled by his intense emotions, spreading like wildfire throughout his body.
Even the Eclipse Misery Matrix Seal on his head wasn't able to suppress the spred of this fire within his body and was starting to weaken the seal on his head as flames erupted from every pore of his skin.
Unable to contain the searing heat, Shivam's organs began to fail, one after another, consumed by the blaze.
But Shivam was out of his known self, wanting to destroy.
His heart, strained to its limit, was on the verge of stopping when an unexpected change occurred.
Something hidden near his neck, concealed beneath his blue shirt, began to dissolve as it came into contact with the mysterious scarlet flame.
This hidden item, reacting to these mysterious flame, merged with his body in an almost supernatural manner.
The merger went unnoticed by anyone, but the effect was immediate.
As the item fused with his being, the unbearable heat started to subside.
The flames, once uncontrollable, seemed to be tamed by this enigmatic power of the item.
Shivam's failing organs began to stabilize, and his heart was regaining its rhythm.
The transformation wasn't complete yet as this item, which dissolved within Shivam's body, moved swiftly to the location of the Kundalini Optimizer Stone and entered the Red Stone.
The moment it came together with the Red Kundalini Optimizer Stone, a dramatic transformation took place both within and outside of Shivam.
His eyes snapped open, glowing a fierce scarlet. Instantly, a vortex of suction burst from his body, drawing in the surrounding energy with incredible force.
His body began to bulge and contract rhythmically, as if digesting the absorbed energy.
His breathing was erratic, as if he was attempting to take hold and compress it internally.
All the surrounding energies—dark or purple—being transported to a certain location were suddenly swallowed by the vortex within Shivam's body.
This vortex began to devour every type of energy in the area, creating an insatiable force that started to distort the space of the dimension itself.
As the dimension's energy was consumed, Shivam's body became like a black hole with no end in sight.
Even the formidable Eclipse Misery Matrix Seal was reduced to dark energy and absorbed into Shivam.
He began to absorb every essence around him, converting everything nearby into energy as he drew it in.
One by one, the surrounding cages, chains, or anything else that had energy were starting to be converted to energy by this sucking force.
The dark Bukhari figures, alarmed by the sudden shift in the environment, felt their stable bodies being drained of their essence.
Their very being was converted into energy, living without courps or any ashes but only energy, an unstoppable force within Shivam that started to devour these energies.
Strangely, only the dark Bukhari figures were affected.
Their victims, the abused ones, remained untouched by the transformation.
The dark figures had no time to react as their essence was relentlessly consumed, leaving them powerless against the vortex's overwhelming hunger.
Shivam had fallen unconscious and had no knowledge of what was happening to him as he was in an unconscious state.
While his body had started to devour and digest the energy, even the darkness started to devour within him.
Shivam didn't know what was happening to him, but the thing that entered his body has done something within him that has changed his entire scenario to a whole new level.
The thing that entered was given by his father as a gift when he was a child, and that was a "Rudraksha" bead.
A "One-Mukhi Rudraksha Bead"
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Two Chapters in a single Chapter.