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100 powerstone - 1 extra chapter
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"Are you sure you want that power?"
A metallic voice echoed in the darkness.
"Yes… my lord. I summoned you here," Namrud whispered. His hands were shaking, blood still dripping from the sacrifice. "With the sacrifice of… two children. Newborn children. I desire the power to give life… and take life. The power to heal anything."
The metallic being tilted its head.
"Are you certain, Namrud?" the being repeated, voice cold and sharp. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes, Lord Dajjal," Namrud said through clenched teeth. "I need this power… to show Abraham what he did to me. The humiliation he put me through… I will return it a thousand times. I will prove I am above his God. I will show him that I am God. No less than his Lord."
"So be it," Dajjal said.
He placed his cold, metal hand on Namrud's face. A blinding light erupted as knowledge and power flooded into Namrud's body. He screamed, his veins glowing.
Before Namrud could speak, Dajjal said,
"Do what you planned. Go."
Then his body melted into the earth like liquid metal and vanished.
Namrud stood there, panting. Then he began to laugh — a dark, mad laugh.
"Finally… I have the power to humiliate Abraham!" he shouted. "I found that cursed statue, the one that summons beings of pure evil. I sacrificed the children. And I got what I wanted — power!"
He grinned as the new abilities overflowed in him.
"Yes… the power to give life… take life… heal anything… hehehe… good… GOOD!"
His laughter filled the entire chamber.
"Now I will build a tower so high that I will see Abraham's God face-to-face. And I will prove I am greater!"
He spread his arms wide, eyes glowing red.
"From now on, the people of Uruk will worship me. I am their God. I always was… they just didn't understand!"
His face twisted with crazed excitement as he laughed again.
But he didn't know he wasn't alone.
Deep under the earth, hidden in the shadows, someone else was watching — smiling.
Dajjal chuckled to himself.
"What a fool. He really believes he can become a god. Pathetic."
He tapped his finger on the soil.
"But Lord Rizevim will be pleased. My plan is moving perfectly."
He snickered.
"Easy to fool these types of humans… hmm…"
Then he paused and smirked wider.
"Maybe I should increase Vishnu's obsession with 'preservation' just a little more… Yes… that would be fun."
He whispered to himself, amused by his own handiwork.
"That fool Vishnu took a human avatar — Ram — in a hurry. He forgot to connect his full consciousness. What a stupid mistake."
Dajjal laughed softly.
"It must be because of my manipulation. I pushed his obsession with preservation so far that he gave his avatar a separate consciousness. Now Vishnu sleeps in his realm, while Ram walks with power… but no link to the real Vishnu."
He leaned back, enjoying the chaos he created.
"Good… good… This little drama will entertain me."
He looked up toward the heavens with a wicked grin.
"So tell me, Most High… who will win this game? My Lord… or you?"
Now we move to Abraham and his family,
walking through the forest. Suddenly, Hagar spoke up.
"Husband… where are we?" she asked, looking at Abraham with a confused face.
Sarah also nodded in agreement, because she too didn't understand where they were going.
Abraham stopped walking. Lot, his nephew, also stopped beside him.
"We're in the forest," Abraham said calmly. "The people who live here are called Vanar. Vanar means 'the people who live in the jungle.' It does not mean monkey. I already taught you this, remember? Different languages have different meanings."
Abraham looked at both of his wives—Hagar and Sarah. He had taught them many languages, many words, many meanings. And honestly… they learned too fast.
Faster than normal humans.
Sometimes even Abraham felt confused. Do they have some special skill? Some unique ability? Something hidden? Their learning speed was too high.
notonly Sarah but Hagar had the same talent. They understood languages and anything explain to them almost instantly.
Well, Abraham and Lot were prophets. They had the divine gift of All Speech—the ability to understand and speak any language perfectly.
But Hagar and Sarah were different. They were not prophets. They were his wives, normal humans.
Yet their learning speed kept rising. Their memories became sharper. They understood meanings in seconds.
Abraham sometimes wondered,
"Do they also have a unique skill…? Or is the Most High blessing them in some secret way?"
Because the way they improved… it didn't feel normal at all.
Then suddenly, the leaves around them started shaking. Abraham and Lot immediately noticed. Their senses were sharp. Someone was coming.
But the aura was calm… not hostile and as for Sarah and Hagar they trusted their Husband Abraham and Nephew Lot.
So they relaxed and waited.
A moment later, a man stepped out from between the trees. He wore a combination of violet and orange clothes. A bow rested in his hand. His presence felt noble and gentle at the same time.
Beside him walked another man with the same divine aura, and behind them came a figure who looked like a mix of man and monkey—strong body, loyal eyes, calm but ready to protect.
The first man spoke in a polite, soft voice.
"Am I disturbing anyone's peace here?"
Abraham and Lot looked at each other and smiled.
"No, not at all," Abraham said. "You can come."
The man nodded and stepped forward.
"Ram," Abraham added with a small smile.
Hearing his own name, the man paused. Ram's eyes widened a little. He wasn't shocked in a dramatic way—more like quietly surprised. Yes, many people knew his name, but he could feel that Abraham wasn't from this world or this place.
For a warrior preparing for war against Ravan—who had stolen his wife Sita and had powerful boons—Ram was always careful about strangers who knew too much.
Ram narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't sense any evil, but he sensed something… different. Something not of this land.
Lakshman, his younger brother, also felt it. His hand naturally went near his weapon, ready but respectful.
Hanuman too felt the same sensation. His instincts as a divine Vanara told him that the man calling them carried no hatred or malice.
So the three of them approached Abraham slowly—alert, cautious, but open to talk.
Ram came a step ahead, still holding his bow lightly, and spoke with his usual calm tone:
"Forgive the caution. We are in a dangerous time… so we must be careful."
Abraham nodded with understanding, his smile warm.
"It's okay. I understand," Abraham said softly. "Come, sit with us."
And like that, two prophets and three divine warriors stood face to face—two different worlds meeting for the first time.