Om was back in his room, deep in meditation once again. His focus was locked onto the power of his own mind.
A radiant golden aura poured out from his body, spreading across the entire room, lighting up every corner like a silent sunrise. Within moments, he sank so deep into his meditation that his body began to rise—slowly, effortlessly—floating in the air. That golden glow drifted around the room, moving like it had a will of its own.
"Looks like you've finally discovered your inner power. Impressive… you've come a long way, Om."
A voice echoed in his ears.
It felt familiar—too familiar.
Om snapped out of his meditation instantly. His feet touched the ground as he turned toward the source of the voice.
Near the window, a dark figure stood in the shadows.
Om squinted, trying to make out the face, but couldn't. Still… that voice—it stirred something deep inside him.
"So your aura has turned completely golden… the level of the gods. That's not something you see every day."
The man stepped out of the darkness.
And the moment Om saw his face, his eyes widened in shock—then filled with joy.
"Guruji… you? What are you doing here? How…?"
The man standing before him was the very same one who had once given Om those books—the one who had awakened his inner powers. Everything Om had become… he owed it to this old man.
Without a second thought, Om rushed forward and fell at his feet, holding them tightly before looking up with a smile that couldn't hide his emotions.
"Yes, my boy… so, how far have you reached toward heaven now?"
The old man said with a gentle smile.
Those words hit something deep inside Om.
In a flash, memories came rushing back—their first meeting. That desperate moment when Om had jumped off the massive rock into deep water, ready to give up, waiting for death. And then… waking up in a forest, confused, searching for a celestial being, wondering if he had reached heaven.
And then that old man appeared.
From that moment, everything had changed.
Om had always been in control of his emotions… but not this time. Not when it came to him.
His eyes filled with tears.
He had waited so long to see him again. There was nothing he could do but wait… and now, finally, that day had come.
"Oh? Getting emotional, are we? Still haven't learned to control your feelings? Your eyes are giving everything away, Om."
The old man chuckled, smiling at him.
Om quickly wiped his tears.
"I… I'm sorry, Guruji…"
"Hey now… even the gods couldn't escape the pull of love. What chance do we have?"
The old man cut him off midway, laughing softly.
"I saw what you did today—your little business deal with the mayor and his niece. Not bad at all! Didn't know you had a businessman hiding inside you."
Om froze.
His heart skipped a beat.
There had been no one else in the clinic at that time. Just the three of them.
So how did he know?
"How… how do you know that, Guruji? Were you there?"
Om asked, unable to hide his shock.
"There's still a lot you don't understand. A lot you need to learn. For now… enjoy this beautiful life you've been given. But don't ever stop your practice."
The old man spoke calmly.
"I have a question, Guruji."
Om said, his voice steady but curious.
"Ask, my child. I know it's something important… and complicated."
The old man glanced around the room as he spoke.
"Why me?"
Om asked.
"I had already given up on life. I was just minutes away from the end. So why did you save me? Why did you bring me this far?"
The old man gently stroked his long beard before replying.
"I only offered a hand… and a chance. You're the one who took it. You've reached this point through your own hard work. There's something in you—a drive—that can take you to the very peak. So just keep going."
Om wasn't satisfied.
"There must be something you saw in me, Guruji."
The old man smiled.
"You do ask a lot of questions."
"And you always leave without answering them."
Om shot back, a faint smile on his face.
"You didn't come here without a reason. I may have met you only once before, but I can tell… this isn't just a casual visit."
The old man's expression turned slightly serious.
"You're right… to an extent. There are things I need to give you. And things we need to talk about… now."
Even after coming this far, Om still couldn't fully understand him.
And sensing that confusion, the old man—who looked nothing more than a frail elder—smiled quietly to himself.
" What do you mean… I don't understand, Guruji."
Om said, clearly startled.
Before he could even process anything, a stack of books suddenly appeared in his hands.
He looked down, confused. Slowly, he read the title of the top one—
"Break the Inner Limits."
The moment he read it… he understood.
These weren't just books.
They were the next step.
"It's time for you to break the limits within you. Understand your true potential. I want you to train fast… because once you learn everything you need, you'll reach a level far beyond this."
The old man said, his voice calm… but something in it felt off.
"Time is short, Om… and soon, your purpose will find you."
He paused.
"And I'm afraid… so will danger."
The last words came out slightly uneasy.
The fading sunlight slipped through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Om noticed the seriousness on his Guru's face—it wasn't normal.
Something was wrong.
"My purpose? What purpose, Guruji? And why me? Why do you look so serious?"
Om asked, his curiosity now mixed with tension. He needed answers.
Instead of replying directly, the old man smiled faintly.
"Does Vijay still run after money… or has he changed?"
Om froze.
His eyes widened in shock.
His uncle's name—out of nowhere?
That caught him completely off guard.
His mind was already tangled with unanswered questions, and now this… it only made things worse.
"You… you know my uncle? How?"
Om asked, stunned.
"You really do ask a lot of questions."
The old man replied, still smiling.
"And you never answer any of them."
Om shot back, this time serious.
Inside, his thoughts were racing—
Who is this man, really?
Why is he always watching me?
How does he know about my family?
He knew one thing for sure…
His Guru was hiding something.
But what?
"Nice try… but you still can't read my mind. You have a long way to go, my child."
The old man said with a soft smile.
Om's heart skipped a beat.
That one line shook him completely.
"But I need answers, Guruji. Today… you have to answer me."
Om insisted.
"For that… you'll have to become capable enough."
The old man said calmly.
"And I know… you will. Very soon."
Om looked down at the books in his hands. Then he lifted his head, about to say something—
"But Guruji—"
He stopped.
The room had gone silent.
Empty.
The old man was gone.
Just like that.
Om walked slowly toward the window. A cool breeze brushed against his face. He closed his eyes for a second… then smiled faintly.
"Thank you… you changed my life."
"Prepare yourself, my boy…"
A voice echoed through the wind.
"For now, focus only on training yourself. Life doesn't take long to turn… and problems don't take long to grow. And from what I can sense… your life is about to change again."
A pause.
"So get ready for what's coming. It's time to become stronger."
Om stood there… silently taking it all in.
And then, under his breath—
"As you say… Guruji."
…
Meanwhile… Somewhere Else
"Do you really think that boy can handle all these powers? You can still change your decision. It's not too late."
In a vast garden, a woman dressed in something elegant… yet strangely unusual, walked slowly. A small rabbit rested in her hands as she gently stroked it.
Her face, however, remained unclear—hidden, almost deliberately.
"Yes… I believe he is ready for everything."
Om's Guru walked behind her, observing the beauty of the garden as he spoke.
"Lady Neerja."
"Don't you think… such a massive responsibility on such fragile shoulders is risky?"
She asked with a faint smile, still walking ahead.
The old man smiled.
"After what I'm about to show you… I doubt you'll ever ask me that again."
She stopped.
"Oh? Then go ahead… you have my full attention, Gurudev."
The Guru raised his hand slowly, moving it through the air like a magician.
A blue aura began to flow from his palm.
Within seconds, a small glowing sphere formed between his hands.
He released it.
The sphere floated into the air… growing larger… and larger… until it turned into a massive glowing orb.
Inside it—
Something was playing.
Like a moving vision.
The woman looked at it carefully… and smiled faintly.
"So this is the boy? He looks innocent."
A pause.
"I still doubt your decision, Gurudev. Perhaps age is finally catching up with you."
But before she could say anything more—
Her expression changed.
Her eyes widened.
She leaned closer… staring into the orb, unable to believe what she was seeing.
"Impossible… how is this even possible…? This… this can't be…"
She stammered, completely shaken.
"Yes… it is."
The Guru replied with a calm smile.
"It's right in front of you."
She took a step back, still staring.
"He's… a god-level warrior…? That's the rarest… the most legendary kind!"
Her voice trembled.
"Exactly, Lady Neerja," the Guru said.
"His aura is golden… something no ordinary human or warrior has ever possessed. Not until now."
A brief silence filled the garden.
Which meant only one thing—
"He might become… the most powerful warrior to ever exist."
The woman whispered under her breath, still staring at Om inside the glowing sphere—
"Legendary… warrior."