> Veer opened his eyes to the sound of clashing steel and war cries.
He was no longer a modern man working 9–5 and reading manga at night.
Now, he was in a world that smelled of earth, sweat, and fire.
A hundred teenagers trained with swords under the burning sun. Ancient chants echoed in the air.
This wasn’t Murim.
This wasn’t any system fantasy.
This was something older. Something sacred.
A world built on Vedic war clans, mantras, and divine bloodlines.
No system.
No cheats.
No second chances.
Only the strong survive in the land where dharma is forged through battle—and Veer must carve his path from nothing.