The entire Royal Arena of Hastinapur fell into stunned silence.
Thousands of eyes turned toward the royal balcony.
Prince Duryodhana stood proudly.
His voice had echoed across the arena like thunder.
"THEN I SHALL MAKE HIM A KING!"
The crowd erupted in confusion.
"What?!"
"Did the prince just say king?!"
Arjuna frowned deeply.
Kripacharya looked surprised.
Even the elders sitting in the royal seats began whispering among themselves.
Duryodhana walked down the royal steps with confident strides.
His long royal robe moved behind him like a flowing banner.
Beside him, Shakuni watched with an amused smile.
Inside Duryodhana's mind—
'This warrior is exactly what I need.'
'Strength. Pride. Fearlessness.'
He reached the center of the arena and stood directly in front of Karna.
For a moment…
The two warriors simply looked at each other.
Then Duryodhana spoke loudly.
"You say you are the son of a charioteer."
"And because of that… they deny your right to fight?"
Karna remained silent.
Inside his mind—
'So this is the moment.'
Duryodhana turned toward the crowd.
His voice became powerful.
"If birth decides who can be a warrior…"
"Then I shall give him the birth of a king!"
The arena shook with gasps.
Duryodhana raised his hand.
Royal attendants quickly rushed forward.
One of them carried a ceremonial crown.
Shakuni whispered quietly,
"You move quickly, my prince."
Duryodhana smiled.
"A great warrior should never be wasted."
He turned back toward Karna.
"From this moment forward…"
"I declare you the KING OF ANG!"
The crown was placed on Karna's head.
The entire arena exploded with shock.
"A KING?!"
"He just made him a king!"
Vrinda stood at the arena entrance.
Her eyes widened.
Inside her mind—
'Karna… became a king…?'
Karna felt the weight of the crown.
Inside his mind—
'History remains the same… yet everything is different.'
Because this time—
He understood the future.
Duryodhana stepped closer.
His voice lowered slightly.
"Now no one can deny your right."
Karna looked directly at him.
Then bowed respectfully.
"You have given me honor when others denied me."
"For that… you have my loyalty."
Duryodhana smiled widely.
Inside his mind—
'I have gained the greatest warrior in Aryavarta.'
But suddenly—
A loud laugh echoed through the arena.
"A charioteer's son… wearing a crown?"
The voice belonged to Bhima.
He stood among the Pandavas with crossed arms.
His expression was full of mockery.
"Even if you dress a dog in royal clothes…"
"It will still remain a dog."
The crowd gasped.
Arjuna frowned slightly.
But he did not stop his brother.
Vrinda clenched her fists angrily.
"That idiot…"
Karna slowly turned toward Bhima.
His expression remained calm.
Inside his mind—
'Bhima… the loudest Pandava.'
Karna spoke quietly.
But his voice carried across the arena.
"You speak proudly of birth."
He looked directly at Bhima.
"Yet strength is what defines a warrior."
The arena became silent again.
Karna continued calmly.
"If birth made a man great…"
"Then the forests would produce kings."
Several warriors in the crowd began nodding.
Bhima's face turned red.
"You dare lecture me?!"
Karna placed his hand on the Vijaya Dhanush.
"I only speak the truth."
High above the arena…
A mysterious figure watched quietly.
Krishna.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Inside his mind—
'So this is Karna…'
'The warrior blessed by the Sun.'
Krishna's eyes sparkled with interest.
'The story of this age has become far more interesting.'
Back in the arena…
Duryodhana placed his hand on Karna's shoulder proudly.
"From today onward…"
"The world will know you as Karna, King of Ang."
The sun shone brightly above the arena.
Its golden light reflected across Karna's armor.
And at that moment—
A new legend had officially been born.