"He… is you, Om."
The moment Neerja Devi said those words, it felt as if Om's heartbeat stopped entirely.
Everything around him blurred.
His eyes remained locked on that terrifying version of himself—the one slaughtering innocent lives without hesitation, without mercy. For a few moments, Om couldn't even breathe properly. His mind refused to accept what he was seeing.
Was that really him?
Or… was it his future?
Snapping out of it, panic rising in his chest, Om turned to Neerja Devi and asked,
"Ma'am… can you please tell me—is this my future? Or have I somehow been thrown into a parallel world? Because… I would never choose to become evil."
Neerja Devi stepped closer, her expression calm yet serious.
"Om… my child," she said softly, "this is neither a parallel world… nor are you witnessing your fixed future. It is… a possibility."
Om frowned, confusion deepening.
Her words felt like a puzzle he couldn't solve.
"Ma'am, please…" he said, almost pleading, "can you explain it in a simpler way?"
Neerja Devi looked straight into his eyes.
"Om, you were born for a great purpose. A purpose rooted in goodness. But remember this—one wrong step… just one mistake… can turn you toward darkness… can turn you into a demon."
Her voice grew firmer.
"For now, just remember this—if you do not prepare yourself from this very moment… this… will become your future."
Om stood frozen.
"And listen carefully," she continued, "you must find your grandfather. He is alive. Only he can guide you on the right path. Time is very limited, Om. Find him… or you won't even get the chance to regret what you lose."
Her words struck deep.
"You will lose your family… your friends… everyone you love."
A pause.
"So hurry. Find your grandfather."
As soon as she said that—
Her form began to fade into the air.
Om's eyes widened as he turned back toward the battlefield—
And what he saw next made his heart leap into his throat.
The evil Om—fighting like the god of death himself—was charging straight toward Dhoomketu.
With monstrous strength, he landed a brutal punch, sending Dhoomketu staggering. And then, with a terrifying roar, he leaped into the air, raising his glowing sword… ready to strike him down.
At that same moment—
Om noticed something strange.
Dhoomketu… was smiling.
Looking straight at him.
A soft voice echoed in his ears—
"Om… my child… always stay happy…"
It was him.
It was Dhoomketu.
"Guruji!" Om screamed, tears streaming down his face.
But then—
Something even more horrifying happened.
The evil Om… mid-air… turned his head slightly.
And looked directly at him.
At the real Om.
A wicked smile spread across his face as he spoke,
"Hahaha… this… this is your true power. The kind of power only demons can unlock. Stop chasing this nonsense of goodness… follow the path where power lies."
His eyes burned with madness.
"You can hold the entire world in your fist."
And with that—
He brought the sword down.
"GURUJIII!" Om screamed—
And suddenly—
He jolted awake.
Om was back.
Back in his room.
Sitting on his own bed.
His hand stretched out in the air as if he was still trying to save someone.
His chest rose and fell rapidly. His breathing was out of control. His eyes were wide with fear, his body trembling. Even with the air conditioner running at full blast, sweat covered his face.
His hand shook as it slowly dropped.
"Guruji… watch out…" he whispered faintly.
He looked around his room, trying to ground himself in reality.
"This… was a dream…?"
His voice was uncertain.
Still breathing heavily, he ran his hand through his hair, exhaustion washing over him.
"But… was it really just a dream…?"
Or…
"A message?"
Meanwhile…
On the other side—
Adi stood silently, lost in thought as Kakbhushundi and Vipul's words echoed in his mind. Questions swirled inside him like a storm.
My world is ending… which means I'll probably die too…
They want to take me somewhere else… but is that the right choice?
I don't even care about living anymore…
He paused.
But… if I don't die…
No… I can't stay alone again.
His jaw tightened.
And the most important thing… I can't let another world become like this one.
A faint, determined smile appeared.
If I have to die anyway… might as well die saving a world.
His decision was made.
After a moment of hesitation, he looked at Kakbhushundi and spoke,
"Time traveler Kakbhushundi… if you allow me… I would like to take my robot with me."
Charlie.
The only companion who had stayed with him from the beginning to the end.
Adi couldn't leave him behind.
Kakbhushundi and Vipul understood the emotion behind his words. Kakbhushundi smiled gently.
"Of course."
But before he could say anything more—
Adi straightened up and said,
"Then let's go. Your Earth is waiting for me."
His enthusiasm brought a faint smile to both their faces.
But Kakbhushundi raised his hand slightly and said calmly,
"Take whatever you need. We leave at the beginning of the next phase of time. Because at that very moment… the meteor will strike this Earth… and the great destruction will begin."
Adi nodded slowly, absorbing the weight of those words.
But before he could respond—
Kakbhushundi added,
"However… before that… you will have to welcome a few more guests, Aditya."
Adi and Vipul both turned.
And what they saw—
Was a horde.
More than a hundred zombies… slowly advancing toward them.
A grin spread across Adi's face.
He stepped forward.
"Well… it wouldn't feel right leaving without killing these guys one last time," he said casually. "Let's make it a last party."
Vipul stepped forward to stop him.
"Wait, son. Let me help you. Their numbers are too high."
Adi shook his head, pulling out two sleek swords from his combat suit. As he wore his mask, his eyes gleamed with confidence.
"No, sir. I've got this," he said with a smirk. "You don't know this yet… but Adi has a Killing Mode. And it doesn't just handle a hundred… it can wipe out a thousand."
Vipul blinked in surprise.
"Killing Mode? What is that?"
Adi chuckled.
"Have a bite… you'll find out."
And with that—
He charged forward.
His roar echoed through the dead world—
"Adi… Killing Mode ON!"