The Diplomat of Another World

Tejas Kamble was no warrior.



He was a seasoned Indian diplomat—sharp, composed, and battle-tested not on bloodied fields, but in embassies and negotiation rooms across the globe. On the day he was meant to speak at the U.N. about global trafficking, a strange light engulfed him. And when he opened his eyes, he was no longer in Geneva, but in the mud of a medieval world where magic ruled, and commoners were dirt beneath boots.



In this brutal realm of kingdoms and chaos, Tejas awoke in the frail body of a peasant named Rael, a man sentenced to death for stealing bread. But Tejas’ mind remained—his training, his charisma, his resolve.



Without sword or spell, he began again.



He negotiated his way out of the noose. He read power plays between nobles like statecraft documents. He built alliances from ashes. Where magic failed, diplomacy prevailed.



But this world was not kind to pacifists. He faced slavery dens masked as trade guilds, child trafficking hidden behind temple doors, racism carved into the walls of the city itself. There was genocide blessed by gods, and tyrants cloaked in divine will. And through it all, he endured, outwitting warlords, seducing truth from liars, and planting revolutions in whispers.



In this world of dragons and empires, Rael the Diplomat would rise not with armies, but with intellect, integrity, and unbreakable will.



He would smile and shake hands before toppling kingdoms.



Because diplomacy, in the end, is just another kind of magic.