Date: 9 February 2025
Time: 01:05 PM
Nivaan, a first-year college student, woke from a long, heavy sleep. His mind was foggy, his thoughts slow, until a voice spoke, echoing inside his head.
[ Welcome to ***** ]
[ You have been selected as a competitor for *****. Please choose the path you want to take as a competitor of *****. ]
Nivaan blinked, staring into empty air. "What? What are these texts? Why are some of the words hidden with asterisks? Competitor?"
[ Choose the path of Almighty or create a new path for Almighty. ]
Half asleep, he convinced himself it was only a dream. He shut his eyes again, but the voice refused to fade.
[ Time's finished ]
[ You have lost the chance to participate in ***** ]
A sharp sound rang out, and the voice was gone.
Confused, Nivaan sat motionless. He couldn't make sense of the past few minutes. The strange encounter lingered like a dream in his mind.
After few hours, while reading comics, a sudden weakness swept through him. He collapsed, unconscious. His family rushed him to the hospital, but his body showed no response. Doctors muttered in worry. His family fell in despair.
Meanwhile, Nivaan's soul drifted into a place words could not describe. An endless void stretched in every direction, pressing against him with unbearable force.
Ten times. A hundred. A thousand. A million. A billion.On and on without end, the pressure crushed him, reshaping his soul again and again until it began to fade away.
Date: 24 September 2025
Time: 04:28 PM
Every clock in the world stopped. The flow of time itself froze.
And then, Nivaan opened his eyes and stepped into the sunlight after eight months in coma. His body was stiff, numb, but he could move. Around him, his family stood frozen mid-motion.
Then, the world turned black.
[ Nice to meet you Nivaan ]
[ I am Lumivahn ]
A laugh followed. It was cold, distant, almost mocking.
"You must be confused about what's happening to you. Hahahaha."
Nivaan clenched his fists. "Not again. Another voice."
"On your birthday," the voice continued, "you were chosen as a competitor for *****, but you failed to choose an option within the time given. The system selected someone else instead. That is why you cannot perceive *****, its truths are hidden from all except the chosen."
Rage boiled inside him. "What the hell do you want from me? Leave me alone!"
His mouth sealed shut. Invisible restraints locked him into a chair.
"Quiet," Lumivahn commanded. "Listen. When your soul was taken to the void, I brought you back. I cannot reveal my true identity. Call me Lumivahn. I am the enemy of *****. Like you, my existence is not recognized."
Nivaan's thoughts reeled. "Like me? What does he mean?"
Lumivahn's tone hardened. "Those who fail as competitors are erased, their existence forgotten. The Authority of ***** tried to crush your soul, but your constitution endured one hundred trillion compressions. When I saw you resisting, I saved you. Your soul is a vessel strong enough to go against *****. From now on, I will reside within you, and together we will march toward war."
A ball of light fell from the sky and forced its way into Nivaan's mouth. He struggled, clawing at his throat, but it was useless. Darkness claimed him.
Time resumed. Clocks ticked once more.
Nivaan opened his eyes in the hospital one week later. His family rejoiced. Doctors called his recovery a miracle.
Though his body remained frail at first, strength returned quickly, faster than anyone believed possible.
He returned to college, trying to bury the memory of voices, void, and pain. But the past refused to leave him.
One evening, the news flashed across the television screen.
"Strange events are increasing worldwide," the anchor said. "Individuals calling themselves candidates of Brahm have emerged, causing unrest."
The screen shifted to a man standing tall before cameras.
"We are competitors of *****," he declared. "This Earth has been chosen as one of the battlefields to decide the successor of Brahm."
He crushed the microphone. His body faded into nothing.
Nivaan's chest tightened. Brahm. Battlefield. The words struck like thunder. Lumivahn's warnings echoed in his mind.
Then, before his eyes, a screen appeared.
[ Will you carry on the will of Lumivahn? ]
[ Yes / No ]
Notes scrolled beneath:
[ By choosing YES, you become the successor of Lumivahn. You will inherit his treasures, his secrets, and the title of The Rightful One. You will gain the Almighty Armor (locked). ][ By choosing NO, you will return to the void. ]
Nivaan swallowed hard. He had no real choice.
"Yes."
[ Congratulations ]
[ You have become the successor of Lumivahn ]
[ Time will now be reversed by 267 days — to 9 February 2025 ]
Date: 9 February 2025
Time: 12:00 AM
Nivaan jolted awake. His room looked unchanged. For a moment he believed it had all been a dream, until the air lit up with messages.
[ Congratulations, Nivaan ]
[ May Akaal be with you ]
More texts appeared, one after another:
[ You have been awakened ]
[ You have received the soul of Lumivahn ]
[ You have received the treasures of Lumivahn ]
[ You have received the title: The Rightful One ]
[ Secrets of ***** will be imprinted in your mind ]
[ Locked Almighty Armor has been stored in inventory ]
And then, one final message:
[ Good luck, successor of my child ]