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Meanwhile at Bhūdevi Domain...
Devara had forgotten time. Completely.
After the meal—After tasting food unlike anything he had ever known—Warm. Rich.
Filled with flavors that made him blink in surprise—He had run.
Straight into the garden.
Laughter echoed through Bhūdevi's domain.
Bright. Free.
Devara darted across the grass—Chasing a group of butterflies.
But these were no ordinary butterflies.
Their wings shimmered like painted light. Larger than his hands.
Glowing faintly with every flap.
"Wait!"
He jumped—Missed. Laughed.
-Hehe!
One of them circled back. Hovering near his face.
Devara stilled caught off guard.
"…You're not running away?"
The butterfly fluttered once—As if answering.
Nearby—A pair of birds swooped down.
Their feathers glowed in hues of gold and emerald.
Their size slightly larger than normal—But their movements gentle.
One landed beside him.
Devara tilted his head.
"…Can I touch you?"
The bird didn't move.
Slowly—Carefully—He reached out.
His fingers brushed its feathers.
Soft. Warm.
His eyes widened feeling the sensation.
"…Woah…"
The bird chirped lightly. As if pleased.
-Chirp! -Chirp!
Then took off—Circling above him.
Devara laughed again—Running after them.
-Hehe!
"...."
Chasing. Spinning.
Falling—Then getting up again.
Carefree.
For once—No thoughts. No weight. No questions.
Just—Joy.
From a short distance—Bhūdevi stood. Watching.
"...."
In silent.
Her arms folded loosely—Not in restraint.
But in contentment.
Her eyes followed his every movement.
The way he laughed. The way he reached out.
The way he trusted.
'…So this is what she had…'
Not jealousy. Not anymore. Just understanding.
A soft smile formed.
"You kept him well, Ganga…"
Her gaze softened further.
"…But now…"
She stepped forward slightly.
"He is mine too. So I will spoil him too."
The earth beneath Devara's feet responded subtly—Softening. Supporting.
Making sure—Even when he stumbled—He never truly fell.
Devara slowed. Breathing lightly.
-Huff! -Huff!
Then turned—
"Mother!"
Bhūdevi blinked hearing him calling her mother.
-Blink!
"...."
For a second—She didn't respond.
Because the word—Felt different. Coming from him.
Devara waved at her.
"Look!"
A butterfly landed on his hand.
He held it carefully—Proudly.
Bhūdevi smiled while ruffling his hair.
"It suits you."
Devara grinned back at her.
-Grin!
"…Can I stay here a little longer?"
A simple question.
But it carried something deeper.
A child—Asking to stay where he felt happy.
Bhūdevi walked closer. Knelt beside him.
"You can stay as long as you wish."
A pause.
Then softer—
"But don't forget…"
She gently tapped his forehead.
-Tap!
"You have more than one home."
Devara nodded rubbing his forehead.
-Nod
"I know."
And for once—He truly meant it.
A soft pulse flickered.
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
[Task Progress: "A Mother's Turn"
Status: 65% Complete...]
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
[Emotional Bond Strengthening Detected]
The interface faded.
Deep within her domain—Goddess Ganga watched.
A shimmering Māyā screen floated before her.
On it—Devara laughed. Ran.
Chased butterflies beneath another mother's sky.
Ganga's eyes softened.
"...."
Then—He said it.
"Mother!"
But not to her. To Bhūdevi.
A small silence filled the river.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The currents slowed. Just a little.
Ganga's fingers tightened.
'…So quickly…'
Not anger. Something quieter.
A mother's instinct—That fragile, unreasonable fear.
'…What if he doesn't come back?'
The screen flickered—Showing Devara asking to stay longer.
Her gaze dimmed for a heartbeat.
Then—Steadied.
'…He will.'
Because she knew. He knew.
Moments later—The waters parted.
Devara stepped back into the river's embrace.
Bright. Happy.
And beside him—Bhūdevi.
The two mothers stood across from each other.
No tension now.
Only—Understanding.
Devara looked between them.
"…I'm back!"
Ganga's expression softened instantly.
"I can see that."
Bhūdevi chuckled looking at her reaction.
Then—She stepped forward.
Her hand reached out—Gently ruffling Devara's hair.
"You did well."
Devara blinked asking her.
"…Did I?"
Bhūdevi smiled gently.
"Very."
She leaned slightly closer.
"And remember…" Her voice softened.
"You can come to my domain whenever you wish."
A pause.
Then—With quiet certainty.
"Because you are my son."
Devara nodded happily.
-Nod
"I will!"
Bhūdevi's hand moved—Resting briefly on his head.
And then—A soft green light bloomed.
Not blinding. Not overwhelming.
Just—Alive.
It spread across Devara's body for a brief moment—Like roots recognizing their own.
Then—Faded.
"...."
The ground beneath responded.
The air stilled. As if something had been acknowledged.
Bhūdevi stepped back.
"Until next time."
And with that—She vanished.
The earth settling as if she had never left.
[–DUM!–DUM!–]
✅ [Task Completed: "A Mother's Turn"
Reward Granted: +45 Karma Points]
[–DUM!–DUM!–]
🔓 [Hidden Accumulation Released
Stored Karma Unlocked: +750 Points...]
⚖️ [Total Karma Updated...
New Balance: 820 Points]
A new notification flickered.
[–DUM!–DUM!–]
🌍 [Blessing Acquired:
"Bhū-Sparsha" (Earth Affinity)]
Increased connection with earth elements Terrain awareness enhanced Natural stability and grounding Minor influence over soil and plant life
The interface slowly faded.
Devara stood there. Blinking. Processing. He has completed the task.
'…That was a lot…'
Ganga watched him.
Then—Stepped closer.
Without a word—She placed her hand gently on his head.
Her touch—Cool. Familiar.
"You enjoyed yourself."
Not a question.
Devara nodded hearing her.
-Nod
"…I did."
A pause.
Then—He looked up.
"…But I came back."
Ganga froze. Just for a second.
"...."
Then—A soft smile.
"I know."
The river flowed gently around them.
Calm.Steady.
Because now—She understood something too. She didn't need to hold him.
He would return.
Back in the gentle embrace of the river—Devara opened his system again.
The red interface shimmered before his eyes.
Back in the gentle embrace of the river—
Devara opened his system again.
The red interface shimmered before his eyes.
[⚙️ KARMA GENESIS SYSTEM – UPDATED STATUS ]
[🧾 [Host Information]
Name: Devaratha [1]
Age: 5 Lineage: Human, ???
📊 [Attributes] [2]
Strength: Above Average ↑
Agility: High ↑
Durability: Above Average ↑
Attack: Moderate
Defense: Moderate
Stamina: High ↑
🏷️ [Titles]
🌊 Ganga Putra
🌍 Bhūmi Putra (New)
Increased affinity with earth Enhanced stability and resistance Passive blessing from Goddess Bhūdevi.
🧬 [Abilities]
🐚 Jal-Samvad
🌊 Neer-Jeevan
✨ Shuddha Aabha
🌍 Bhū-Sparsha (New)
->Terrain awareness
->Minor control over soil
->Enhanced grounding and balance.
🎯 [Talents]
🍀 Supreme Luck[3]
⚔️ Supreme Mastery Talent
🗡️ [Possessions]
Astras: None
Weapons: None
Kalas Known: None
Weapons Mastered: None
Summons: None
⚖️ [Karma Balance]
820 Points
🛒 [System Store]
🔒 Locked (5000 Required)]
Devara stared at the numbers.
"...."
"…It increased again?"
A small realization clicked.
'…Even without doing anything big …it's going up.'
Not fast. But steady. Like drops filling a vessel.
'…Just living… gives me something?'
The system didn't respond.
But it didn't need to. He understood.
Four Months Later...
Time moved quietly. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months.
Four months passed.
And with them—A rhythm formed.
Devara would...
Play in the river, Visit Bhūdevi's domain, Return Wander the shores
And most importantly—He met Ashwatthama. Again. And again.
What started as a moment—Became a bond.
They played. Talked. Built. Argued. Laughed.
Drona's Hut...
Devara began visiting more often.
Not just Ashwatthama. But his home. And his parents.
Kripi—Warm. Gentle. Always watching him with a soft, curious gaze.
As if trying to understand—Who this divine child he truly was.
And then—Dronacharya.
Who was… Different. Very different.
"...."
At first—He simply observed passing though here and there like a curious cat while acting like it was coincidence.
Then—He started asking questions like it was a causal conversation.
"…Why did you choose to help him?"
"…What do you think strength is?"
"…If given power… what would you protect?"
Devara would answer. Simply. Honestly.
And every time—Drona would go silent.
"...."
His expression changing. Not confused. Not doubtful.
But enlightened.
Then—Without a word—He would walk away.
Deep in thought. Every time.
After the third time it repeated—Devara frowned.
-Frown
"…Is he okay?"
Ashwatthama blinked confusedly.
"…Who?"
"Your father."
"…Why?"
Devara crossed his arms while rubbing his chin with his finger.
"…He asks something… then just walks away."
A pause.
"…Like he forgot something important."
Ashwatthama shrugged while still concentrating on the play.
"…He does that."
Devara nodded slowly.
-Nod
"…Hmm."
Then muttered quietly—
"…Maybe it's a midlife crisis…"
Ashwatthama tilted his head.
"…What's that?"
Devara paused he had slipped out his words.
"…I don't know."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then both of them shrugged. And went back to playing.
The sun dipped low as the time passes.
Golden light stretched across the river—Before slowly fading into dusk.
Devara stood at the shore.
"…See you tomorrow!"
Ashwatthama waved back.
"Tomorrow!"
Their voices lingered for a moment—Then parted with the wind.
Devara turned. And stepped into the river.
The waters welcomed him instantly.
Cool. Familiar. Safe.
He swam down—Through shifting currents—Back into the domain of Goddess Ganga.
"…Mother?"
He called out excitedly.
"...."
"...."
"...."
No answer. That was new.
Usually—She was there. Waiting.
Before he could think further—A familiar shape rushed toward him.
-Splash!—
His crocodile companion.
"…Hey!"
Devara grinned looking at his playmate.
The crocodile nudged him lightly—Then held something in its mouth.
A leaf. Folded carefully.
Devara blinked.
"…For me?"
The crocodile nodded—Or at least tried to.
-Nod
Devara took it. Opened it.
The writing shimmered faintly—Formed from flowing water itself.
[ Devara,
An urgent summons has come from Indra Lok.All gods have been called.
I must go.
Bhūdevi has also left.
I have prepared your food.
Be a good boy and eat properly.
I will return soon.
—Mama ]
The glow faded. The leaf dissolved into water.
Devara stared at where it vanished.
"…Hmph."
His cheeks puffed slightly.
"…She didn't take me."
A small pout formed.
-Pout!
'…Even mother Bhūdevi went…'
That made it worse. He crossed his arms.
"…I could've come."
A pause.
"…I would've been quiet."
Another pause.
"…Maybe."
The crocodile stared at him. Unconvinced.
"...."
Devara sighed feeling his pal's gaze.
-Sigh!
"…Fine."
The domain felt…
Quieter. Not empty. But missing something.
The warmth. The presence.
The feeling of being watched over.
Devara floated there for a moment.
Thinking.
'…What should I do now?'
He glanced at the prepared food nearby.
"…I'll eat later."
Priorities.
He pushed off the ground.
Swimming through the domain—Playing with the fish.
Chasing them. Letting them chase him. The crocodile followed along.
A normal routine.
But—It felt different.
'…It's quieter…'
After a while—He slowed. Floating gently.
'…Ashwatthama…'
A pause.
'…Aunt Kripi…'
They would still be there. Talking. Eating. Together.
Devara looked upward—Toward the surface.
'…Should I go?'
The idea lingered. Not urgent.
But… comforting.
Because today—For the first time—Both his mothers were gone.
Indra Lokh[4]...
Amaravati[5], Vaijayanta[6]...
High above the mortal realm—Beyond clouds and time—
Stood Amaravati.
A city not built—But composed.
Golden pathways shimmered like flowing sunlight.
Crystal pillars rose like frozen thunder.
And at its heart—The great hall of Vaijayanta.
A masterpiece of Vishvakarma.
Every arch whispered perfection. Every surface reflected divinity. Every step echoed authority.
And upon the throne—Sat Indra. King of the Devas[7].
Lightning resting in his gaze. Authority woven into his posture.
On either side of the grand sabha—Gods and goddesses had gathered.
Surya—radiant, unmoving.
Vayu, restless as ever.
Varuna, silent and deep.
And among them—Ganga. Bhūdevi.
Seated. Watching.
But not entirely pleased.
A noticeable absence lingered.
"..."
"..."
"..."
The Trimurtis[8]. Their consorts. And a few others.
This was not a complete court.
And that alone—Spoke volumes.
Indra rose slowly. His voice carried across the hall.
"You have all been summoned for a reason."
Silence fell instantly.
"Maharishi Durvasa…"
A ripple of tension passed.
Even gods did not take that name lightly.
"…is preparing for a sacred tapas."
A pause.
"One meant to summon the Trimurtis."
Now—The air tightened.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Indra's gaze sharpened looking at everyone.
"And I do not believe it ends there."
Murmurs spread as the gods began to talk among themselfs.
Surya remained still.
"...."
Ganga's eyes narrowed slightly.
-Frown!
Bhūdevi leaned back—watching, measuring.
Indra continued to explain his master plan.
"Durvasa does not act without consequence. And if the Trimurti are invoked… Then something greater is in motion."
A pause.
Then—
"We cannot allow uncertainty to threaten the balance."
That word. Balance. It settled heavily.
Indra raised his hand slightly.
"We will act… before the ritual completes."
Some gods nodded immediately.
-Nods!
Others—Remained silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"Apsaras will be sent."
A few exchanged glances.
"To distract him."
A clearer reaction now.
"To break the tapas."
Silence.
Not agreement. Not rejection. Something in between.
On one side—Support.
"Wise."
"Preventive action as expected of Indra."
"Necessary."
On the other—Stillness.
Deva Guru Brihaspati[9] lowered his gaze.
Surya's light dimmed just slightly.
Ganga and Bhūdevi exchanged a brief look.
Not approval. Not outrage. But something colder.
"...."
"...."
Disapproval… carefully hidden.
Because this—Was not protection. This was interference.
Indra spoke again.
"Not one."
A pause.
"Two."
A shift in the room.
"Rambha."
A soft ripple of admiration.
"Menaka."
A stronger one.
From the entrance—Two figures stepped forward.
Grace incarnate. Beauty shaped into form.
But their eyes—Were not naive.
Indra's voice carried weight.
"You understand the risk."
Menaka spoke first.
"A curse."
Rambha followed—
"Possibly worse."
Indra nodded as if saying it was obvious.
-Nod
"And yet—"
Rambha's lips curved slightly.
"We are not without recourse."
Menaka added calmly.
"A curse… can be returned."
A subtle shift. Not defiance. But confidence.
Because they were not merely dancers.
They were instruments. Refined. Dangerous.
They hate it but what can they do about even through Indra won't do anything openly if they deny but he might target the apsara's under them.
So they can only accept it without showing any remorse in their face.
Ganga's gaze hardened slightly.
'…Again…'
Bhūdevi exhaled slowly.
-Sigh!
'…He hasn't learned.'
Surya closed his eyes briefly.
'…This will not end simply.'
Brihaspati remained silent.
"...."
Because sometimes—Wisdom was knowing when words would be ignored.
"Go."
The command from Indra echoed.
Rambha and Menaka bowed. Then turned—And vanished.
While Indra's face was very excited about how intelligent his plan sounded and how fail proof it was.
The sabha did not relax.
Because everyone present knew—This was not just a mission. This was a gamble.
With a man—Who did not forgive lightly.
And far beyond—A sage sat in meditation.
Unmoving. Unshaken. Unaware—Or perhaps…
Fully aware.
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[1] (Alias: Devara)
[2] (Slight Growth Detected) Compared with Children his age
[3] Trecended Luck (Sealed)
[4] Heavens Ruled Under Indra
[5] Capital city of Indra Lokh...
[6] Indra's Palace
[7] Gods
[8] One Of The Title Lord Brahma, Lord Vishnu and Lord Shiva holds... It is used to address them at the same time
[9] He is the guru for most of the Devas