The morning after the tournament, Krishak's schedule became far busier than he would have preferred.
Messages arrived from prestigious academies, powerful families, military departments, and government organizations.
Each invitation carried the same purpose.
They wanted to recruit him.
In a private conference room at the tournament complex, Principal Rao placed a stack of envelopes on the table.
"These arrived overnight."
Krishak looked at the pile and remained silent.
Rajan chuckled.
"Congratulations. Half the country wants your attention."
Principal Rao opened several letters and summarized their contents.
Royal Academy
A full scholarship, elite mentorship, and unrestricted access to advanced cultivation facilities.
Rathore Clan
An invitation to train with their personal instructors.
National Defense Corps
Future sponsorship and a reserved officer pathway.
National Research Institute
Access to classified information regarding spiritual phenomena.
The offers were impressive. To most students, they would be life-changing.
Krishak listened calmly.
Principal Rao asked, "Do any of these interest you?"
Krishak thought for a moment.
"They may be useful in the future."
Rajan raised an eyebrow.
"In the future?"
Krishak nodded.
"For now, I wish to continue training at the National Awakener Academy."
Principal Rao smiled with obvious relief.
"I was hoping you would say that."
Later that day, Krishak was invited to meet President Arjun Mehta.
The King Realm expert regarded him with measured interest.
"You have extraordinary talent."
Krishak bowed respectfully.
"Thank you."
Arjun folded his hands.
"The nation will support your development."
He paused before continuing.
"But I would like to know your goals."
Krishak met his gaze.
"I want to become strong enough to help humanity progress."
Arjun studied him for several seconds.
Then he smiled.
"A worthy ambition."
President Arjun presented him with a black access card.
"This grants you entry to selected national libraries, training facilities, and historical archives."
"For someone who values knowledge as
much as you do, I suspect it will be
useful."
Krishak accepted the card with both hands.
"Thank you, President."
This reward was more valuable to him than money or status.
Knowledge was the true foundation of advancement.
The delegation returned to the National Awakener Academy to a hero's welcome.
Students gathered to congratulate the tournament representatives.
Banners bearing Krishak's name hung across the campus.
Rohan nearly tackled him in excitement.
"You actually won!"
Krishak smiled.
"The competition was educational."
Rohan laughed.
"That is not how normal people describe becoming national champion."
That evening, through his clone, Krishak met with his hidden disciples.
The students bowed deeply.
Rohan Malik's eyes shone with admiration.
"Master, your original body is incredible."
Master Kiran spoke calmly.
"Titles are temporary.
"What matters is whether you continue improving."
The students nodded solemnly.
Later that night, Krishak reviewed his long-term objectives.
1. Continue strengthening his own cultivation.
2. Expand Master Kiran's teachings.
3. Build a network of talented allies.
4. Establish a formal academy or sect.
5. Raise Earth beyond the King Realm.
Winning the tournament had accelerated all of these goals.
His reputation would open doors that had previously remained closed.
Age
rent Status
6 years old
Cultivation Realm
Early Grandmaster
Actual Combat Power
Peak Grandmaster to Early King Realm
Earth Equivalent
Peak A-Rank to Early S-Rank
National Standing
Under-Ten National Champion
Krishak looked at the information and remained unsatisfied.
There was still much to accomplish.
Standing beneath the night sky, Krishak gazed at the stars.
In his previous life, he had possessed immeasurable strength but failed to create the world he desired.
This time would be different.
He had family.
Students.
Allies.
And a planet filled with untapped potential.
Krishak closed his hand around the black access card.
The first seeds had been planted.
Now, he would help them grow.