Chapter 54: The Awakening of the Inner Cosmos

Chapter 54: The Awakening of the Inner Cosmos

Pragya sat cross-legged, his mind oscillating between deep concentration and the absurdity of his situation. He was supposed to be a powerful politician, a beacon of modern governance, and yet, here he was, attempting to cultivate energy like some ancient sage. "If my political rivals saw me now, they'd think I was trying to summon election votes from the astral plane," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

The chamber he sat in was dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft glow of bioluminescent algae embedded into the walls. These microscopic organisms pulsed with a rhythm that seemed eerily in sync with his own heartbeat. His mentor, an eccentric scientist-turned-mystic named Dr. Advait, observed him with an amused grin. "Pragya, cultivation isn't just about sitting and looking mysterious. You need to feel the energy flow, let it merge with your own consciousness."

Pragya exhaled slowly. "Fine. Explain to me in a way that doesn't sound like a badly translated ancient manuscript."

Dr. Advait chuckled. "Alright. Imagine your brain as a quantum processor. It constantly receives, processes, and emits frequencies, much like neurons firing electrical signals. When you cultivate, you're essentially tuning these frequencies to align with the fundamental energy of the universe—think of it as Wi-Fi but for cosmic knowledge. The stronger your connection, the more powerful your influence on reality."

Pragya's brows furrowed. "So, you're saying I'm basically upgrading from 4G to 6G cosmic data?"

"Precisely! But instead of watching cat videos faster, you'll be able to manipulate energy, bend physical laws, and transcend mortal limitations."

Pragya smirked. "I could've used this power during my last election campaign. Would've saved me from all those painful press conferences."

He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations within his body. At first, all he felt was mild discomfort—like trying to sit through a three-hour-long bureaucratic meeting. Then, something shifted. A warmth spread from the center of his chest, expanding outward like ripples in a pond. He felt his nerves tingling, his muscles vibrating slightly.

Dr. Advait nodded approvingly. "Good. Now, visualize your inner cosmos. The galaxies within you. The neural connections in your brain mimic the structure of the universe—fractal patterns of infinite intelligence. Align them. Let your consciousness expand."

Pragya followed the instructions, and suddenly, he wasn't just sitting in a dimly lit chamber. He was floating in an endless void, stars and nebulae swirling around him. He saw strings of golden light weaving through space, connecting planets, lifeforms, and ideas. He reached out, and the strings hummed in response.

Then, the void spoke.

"You have touched the fabric of existence. What will you do with this power?"

Pragya opened his mouth but hesitated. This was a moment that defined him. He could seek knowledge, influence, or even absolute control. But then, a thought occurred to him—one that made him chuckle.

"I think... I want to order a cosmic pizza. Extra cheese, sprinkled with universal wisdom."

The voice in the void sighed. "Mortal humor is exhausting. But fine, let's start with the basics."

Back in the chamber, Pragya opened his eyes, his pupils glowing faintly. Dr. Advait grinned. "Congratulations. You've officially taken your first step into the infinite. But also, we should probably get some actual food. Cosmic wisdom doesn't fill the stomach."

Pragya stretched, feeling a newfound energy coursing through him. "Fine, but if my pizza starts levitating, I'm blaming you."

Dr. Advait laughed, leading him out of the chamber. Pragya had unlocked something profound, but his journey was just beginning. The universe had much to teach him, and whether he was ready or not, the path of cultivation had begun.