What Aryan did not know, however, was that Paras would not help him in this matter — at least, not right now.
When Aryan killed Dashrath and all his companions, he felt deeply disappointed. Not because he regretted his actions, but because the men he had fought and killed were far too weak. At that time, Aryan had already reached the initial stage of the King level.
The cultivation hierarchy was vast: Knight, Lord, King, Emperor, Planet, Star, Cosmic Star, Galactic, and many levels beyond that. From Knight to Emperor, each level was divided into four stages—Initial, Medium, High, and Perfect. But after the Emperor level, every stage had nine realms, and even those nine realms were further subdivided into four sub-stages: Initial, Medium, High, and Perfect.
Aryan had stepped into the King level just a month ago. Before reaching this level, he had slain a few aliens who had attempted to infiltrate the Solar System. However, the strongest among those aliens was only at the medium stage of King level—a foe Aryan could easily dispatch. Aryan had the ability to fight and defeat opponents one full level above his own, though if he pushed himself against opponents stronger than that, he could emerge victorious but would likely suffer severe injuries.
Now that Aryan was firmly in the King level, what he truly desired was a worthy opponent—someone who could challenge him head-on, forcing him to unleash his full strength. But on Planet Earth, he doubted anyone existed at such a level. This was the very reason Aryan felt so restless and unsatisfied.
In his mind, he thought, "I don't know when I will finally meet a warrior strong enough to truly test me. All I want is a battle between equals, so I can measure my strength. But perhaps it is foolish to even hope for such a thing here on Earth."
When he considered his own family, Aryan realized that while they had trained many warriors, none of them had ever gone beyond the Lord level. That was the ceiling of his family's cultivation legacy. As for Aryan himself, he was far beyond them all.
Aryan was about to leave the alley when his eyes suddenly fell upon a CCTV camera fixed on the wall. A frown crept across his face.
"What nonsense is this?" he muttered, before asking his system, Paras.
"Paras, did you delete the footage of this fight from that CCTV camera?"
Paras replied calmly, "Host, I did not delete the footage."
Hearing that, Aryan's eyes flared with anger. "Paras! How dare you disobey my direct order?"
But Paras did not seem affected by Aryan's wrath. Instead, he said in an even tone,
"Host, I made this decision after careful consideration. Right now, a female police officer is watching this CCTV footage. She is thirty-two years old, extremely beautiful, and today, under pressure from her parents, she is going on a blind date. She is also very strict in nature. According to your late master's words, this woman is perfect for you. That is why I refused to delete the footage."
Aryan exhaled in frustration and shook his head. He knew very well that although Paras was his personal system, it always prioritized his father's commands above his own. Because of that, no matter how much he wanted, Aryan couldn't forcefully change Paras's will.
Still curious, Aryan asked, "Paras, can you show me her picture?"
Paras chuckled, replying, "Don't worry, host. That same officer will be the one interrogating you. You'll get to admire her as much as you like. I've already arranged everything. You'll only have to spend ten minutes in the interrogation room. During that time, you must kiss her on the lips. If you fail, your privileges will be reduced—along with my own operating permissions."
Aryan's face darkened immediately. He cursed Paras inwardly. But as soon as the insult crossed his thoughts, Paras sent a mild current through his brain, making him wince in pain for a moment.
Just then, a police van stopped outside the alley. Aryan smirked bitterly as he walked towards it. Several officers stepped out and approached him cautiously. To their surprise, Aryan raised his hands willingly and said,
"Officers, I've been waiting for you. I didn't think it would take you so long to reach this place. Fine, I'll come with you."
The policemen were stunned. They had never seen a criminal wait so calmly for arrest. Without questioning much, they slapped handcuffs on him and escorted him into the van. However, when they searched the alley for evidence, no bodies were found. Aryan had erased all traces.
On their way to the station, one officer couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked,
"Boy, you could have easily escaped from that place. Why didn't you run? Don't you know the crime you've committed is unforgivable? You could even be sentenced to death!"
Aryan gave him a mocking smile and replied,
"Do you really think I'm so stupid as to hand myself over to you so easily?"
His words unsettled the officers. They exchanged wary glances. The same policeman pressed further,
"What do you mean by that? Are you planning something reckless? Don't even think about it. No matter what you've done, you're nothing in front of our madam."
Aryan ignored the threats and leaned back casually, indifferent to their words.
Soon, the van pulled up at the police station. The officers escorted Aryan inside. As soon as Aryan stepped into the station, he noticed her—a breathtakingly beautiful woman immersed in her work. Aryan's eyes locked on her instantly, and for the first time, he felt drawn to someone. This was none other than Kavya, the officer Paras had mentioned.
One policeman saluted her and said, "Madam, we've brought the boy you asked for."
Kavya raised her head, her eyes falling directly on Aryan. For a moment, surprise flickered in her gaze. She then stood and ordered firmly,
"Take him to the interrogation room. Lock the door. I'll question him personally in five minutes. And make sure the CCTV camera is on."
The officers obeyed immediately. Aryan was taken to a small interrogation room about five meters long and three meters wide. A table and two chairs stood at the center, with a camera fixed above.
Aryan sat down calmly and whispered to Paras, "Delete every single CCTV clip that shows me killing Dashrath and his men."
Paras instantly activated, erasing the footage from every police database within nanoseconds. Even the best cyber experts in the world could never retrieve it. When Paras confirmed the deletion, Aryan finally sighed in relief. Though he feared no one on Earth, he preferred avoiding unnecessary complications.
Moments later, the door opened and Kavya entered. She shut it behind her, walked over, and sat down opposite Aryan.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"Aryan Singh Rathore," he replied calmly.
"How old are you?"
Aryan gave his age.
"Why did you kill those men?" she asked next, her eyes sharp.
Aryan chuckled softly. "Which murder? Whose murder are you talking about?"
Seeing him deny so blatantly, Kavya's temper rose. She slammed her hand on the table.
"Don't try to fool me! I saw it with my own eyes. You stopped bullets mid-air, redirected them at your enemies, and with just a wave of your hand, you reduced one man to nothingness!"
Aryan looked at her as though she were insane. "Officer, do you seriously think I can stop bullets in the air? That I can turn a person into nothingness with a simple gesture? Tell me honestly—have you started taking drugs? Because only a drug addict would spout such nonsense."
Insulted, Kavya's face flushed with anger. She slammed the table again.
"How dare you accuse me falsely! I could lock you away right now for slander!"
Aryan remained unfazed. "If you believe I committed murder, then show me the evidence. Can you?"
Confident, Kavya left the room, returned with a laptop, and began searching the surveillance archives. But to her shock, no such video existed. She couldn't find a single shred of evidence.
She glared at Aryan. "You murderer! Tell me the truth—did you delete the footage yourself?"
Aryan gave her a hard look, then smirked. "Delete it? I don't even know what you're talking about. Honestly, Officer, you should get your head examined. You're acting like a madwoman."
His mocking words pushed her over the edge. Enraged, Kavya lunged at him.
The instant she moved, Aryan's handcuffs shattered as if they were made of sand. He caught both her wrists, slamming her lightly against the wall. Kavya's eyes widened as she realized the cuffs were completely gone.
Before she could react further, Aryan leaned close and said coldly,
"Do you know what happens to those who attack me? None of them have ever survived. But because you're a woman—and a beautiful one at that—I'll forgive you this once. Still, mistakes must be punished."
Without another word, Aryan pressed his lips against hers.
Kavya struggled fiercely, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push him away. Aryan deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue past her lips. She tried to bite him, but to her shock, she couldn't even hurt him.
Just as Aryan was about to go further, Paras's voice echoed in his mind.
"Host, your personal assistant has arrived at the station. All the necessary bail documents are submitted. You can be released immediately."
Aryan sighed irritably but let go of Kavya. He gave her a mischievous smile.
"Miss Kavya, today I'll spare you. But next time we meet, no one will save you from me."
He released her wrists and stepped back. Kavya hurried to the door, flustered, and quickly exited the room.
Outside, her juniors greeted her respectfully.
"Madam, his bail papers are here. They were filed with an exclusive order from the Chief Justice of the Rajasthan High Court. Everything is legitimate."
Aryan's bail was arranged by his personal assistant, Rohan. While Aryan sat in the police van, Paras instantly sent Rohan Khanna a message informing him of the arrest. The moment Rohan received the notification, he sprang into action at lightning speed. Within a short time, using his influence, he obtained a bail order from the Chief Justice of the Rajasthan High Court. Although Rohan had to apply considerable leverage to make it happen, he ultimately succeeded.
Rohan Khanna was the youngest son of the Khanna family head. When he turned just twenty, Ashutosh Khanna—the family patriarch—told Rohan that for the rest of his life he must serve as a boy's butler. Furious at first, Rohan protested; as a scion of a wealthy lineage, he felt becoming somebody's servant would be a fatal blow to his self-respect. Sensing his son's resentment, Ashutosh explained: all the wealth the Khanna family appeared to own actually belonged to Aryan. The Khannas only managed Aryan's assets. Ashutosh also revealed that the Rathore family's business interests were confined to India; other continents' holdings belonged to the local families there, and Asia's wealth belonged to a Chauhan family. Most staggeringly, he told Rohan that the boy he would serve controlled one third of the world's property.
Hearing this, Rohan immediately accepted the role his father assigned. He even swore an oath before Ashutosh—vowing never to conspire against his new master and to remain loyal forever. The moment Rohan took that vow, a "roon" appeared in his mind—an implant created by Aryan's system, Paras. That roon was designed so that, should Rohan ever attempt to betray Aryan in the future, Paras could instantly eliminate him by triggering it.
Though surprised, Kavya decided not to make a scene. She ordered coldly,
"Release him."
When Aryan was freed, Kavya warned him,
"You may have escaped today, but don't think you can always stay out of my sight. The next chance I get, I will arrest you."
Aryan only smiled mischievously, then turned and walked out of the police station.
Was Kavya's destiny on the verge of a transformation, and would Aryan be the one to claim her?