Prologue

In the vast Sunderban forest, an old man ran so swiftly that he left only an afterimage, with about 30 men in pursuit.

"THIS IS THE LAST DAY OF YOUR BLOOD, PANDIT!" yelled a man fully covered in black cloth.

The old man, sensing his end was near, turned to face the Asuras.

"Oh Lord Krishna, our family has protected the key for decades since Lord Rama appeared on this earth. Help me protect this child, as he is the last hope," he prayed, drawing his sword while holding his grandson in his arms.

The Asuras rushed forward, growing to the size of trees to crush the man, but his eyes were steely. He flashed his sword, decapitating one of them.

Blood splattered everywhere, followed by sudden silence. The Asuras were shocked as their nameless leader's head rolled on the ground. They underestimated the old man and rushed at him.

Intense fighting ensued, and the scene became horrifying. The old man, covered in blood with blades sticking out of his back, stood surrounded by the bodies of the Asuras. He looked pitiful but his will remained strong.

Exhausted and knowing it was his last battle, the old man dragged his broken body to place his small grandchild in a basket and let it flow down the river, putting all his hopes in the almighty god.

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Year-2024

New Delhi

Ring..

Ring..

Ring..

"Hello..?"

"Dhruva where are you? You are gonna be late for your job interview"

"What?"

"Oh, Shit.. what am coming in 5 mins" the hangs up the phone.

As he turns he looks in the mirror at a man with average height and fair skin, brownish eyes and black hair. He looked like an everyday joe but he held the future of the world.

BANG the hero slips.

Well, the world is doomed.