The Man who fight with the Gods has return to current time

Chapter 1:

Pain. Searing, unbearable pain.

Ravan's body trembled as he clutched his chest, his breath ragged. A golden arrow protruded from

his heart, its divine radiance scorching his flesh. He staggered, the world around him spinning.

Before him stood a man, his presence overwhelming. Clad in celestial armor, he radiated a brilliance

that made the very air tremble. His eyes were cold, unshaken by Ravan's suffering.

"Not again..." Ravan's thoughts swirled in chaos. His fingers twitched, desperate to reach for a

weapon-a sword, a spear, anything-but his body refused to move.

A chilling realization struck him.

"I have fought this battle countless times... and I have never won."

Darkness crept into his vision. His body collapsed, the sound of his heartbeat fading.

And yet, as he lay there, broken and dying, a smirk played at his lips.

"One day... I will kill you."

His eyes snapped open. His body was drenched in sweat.

Morning came, but the nightmare left behind an uneasy feeling. Pushing it aside, Ravan dressed as usual, hiding his extraordinary talents from the world. No one knew he could master anything effortlessly. No one knew that, deep inside, he felt like he didn't belong.

But someone was watching him. Someone had always been watching him.

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That night, as the city lights flickered, Ravan sat on his bed, unable to shake off his restlessness. Then, suddenly—

ROAR.

A sound, ancient and monstrous, echoed outside. His heart pounded. Without thinking, he rushed to the street. The air was thick, unnatural. But there was nothing there.

Then—an attack.

Something lunged from the shadows. His body reacted instinctively—dodging, counterattacking—but his attacker felt nothing.

Now he saw it clearly—a beast-like figure with glowing eyes, its voice filled with rage.

"Finally, I kill you, Ravana!"

Pain erupted in Ravan's body as claws tore through him. He fell, his vision darkening.

Then, it happened.

A piercing pain in his skull. Memories flooded in. Images of battle, of gods, of power—of who he truly was.

Ravana. The Ashra King. The one who fought against the gods themselves.

His body trembled, then—BOOM.

A pressure unlike anything before erupted from within him, shaking the entire world. Light radiated from his inner core, while a dark aura surrounded his exterior.

The demon, who had been ready to strike, froze in fear.

In the shadows, someone unseen smiled and whispered, "Finally… the strongest man has returned."

Ravan, now fully aware, smirked. He was back.