After that incident, a year had passed. Rahul was back in his lab, fully immersed in his experiments. Over time, he had created several new biological specimens using the knowledge and resources he had gathered from the main world. His influence had also grown significantly, and he had become far more familiar with the workings of this strange realm.
In this world, as mentioned before, there exist thousands of species—many of which are truly extraordinary. One such species is known as the Anolomi. These beings are unique, solitary monsters possessing powers that defy scientific understanding. However, Rahul had only limited information about them and couldn't yet study them in depth.
The region he was currently investigating was vast—almost fifteen hundred times the size of human territories—and home to more than ten billion inhabitants. Among them were countless tribes, each with their own customs and powers. The Orc Empire, for instance, was ruled by an emperor famed as their strongest warrior. Yet even within that empire, resistance factions persisted—those who claimed descent from the previous dynasty and sought to reclaim their lost throne. Much like the medieval ages on Earth, this world too was divided by loyalty, rebellion, and power struggles.Meanwhile, Rahul had also strengthened his influence within the Human Kingdoms. The Royal Family, once dismissive of him, now openly sought his favor—offering wealth, titles, and privileges in an attempt to secure his allegiance. But this time, Rahul refused to bow. Instead, he quietly began building his own power base, opposing the monarchy from within.
Using the resources and wealth he had accumulated, Rahul founded his own private army. Alongside them, he expanded the ranks of the Night Watchers—elite operatives far stronger and more capable than ordinary humans. Through a series of strategic moves and covert actions, his reach spread across the kingdoms, weakening royal authority.
It soon became clear to everyone that the Royal Family no longer had any real power over him. Rahul had become the de facto ruler of his region, commanding loyalty through both fear and respect. Humanity itself had now split into two dominant factions: the northern territories, still loyal to the King and his ministers; and the southern realms, ruled by Rahul and his expanding organization.
His company's influence even extended beyond borders—its roots reaching into the Indian territories of this world, further solidifying his control and signaling the rise of a new human order under his command.
With the immense wealth generated from his Bioregion City Project, Rahul had completed nearly one-third of the massive undertaking. The project had become the heart of development in the Southern Territory, drawing a steady flow of money, technology, and skilled workers into the region. Under his leadership, the South quickly became far more advanced and prosperous than the North.
This rapid growth caused a population shift—countless people from the Northern Territory began migrating south in search of better opportunities. The movement soon caught the attention of the Royal Family. Alarmed by Rahul's rising influence, they issued a veiled warning, demanding that he stop expanding his control or face the consequences.
But Rahul's response was direct and defiant: "I don't care."
That single statement made it clear where he stood. The Royal Family had once humiliated and cornered him, but now the balance of power had shifted completely.
At just sixteen years of age in this world, Rahul was no longer a mere scholar or experimenter—he was a rising force determined to shape the destiny of humanity itself.
Rahul's breakthroughs in medicine transformed the southern atmosphere. Improved treatments and a flood of new pharmaceuticals drove birth rates up, drove mortality down, and fuelled rapid social and economic development. The population of the south surged to roughly four hundred million, eclipsing the northern realm ruled by the king, which holds about three hundred million. That imbalance produced a new geopolitical reality: the two powers settled into an uneasy equilibrium and divided the world unequally. Open war is unthinkable — any large-scale conflict between them would risk human extinction in this dog-eat-world — so for now both kingdoms maintain a fragile peace born of mutual self-preservation.
The council hall in the northern capital smelled of incense and polished wood, but it could not mask the tension that hung thicker than the banners overhead. King Arion's advisors shifted uneasily, eyes darting to the empty chair across the table. The seat belonged, in theory, to Rahul, though he did not come. Instead, a sealed scroll marked with the southern insignia lay on the table, heavy with intent.
"The southern population grows unchecked," Arion said, voice low but sharp. "Four hundred million under Rahul's rule. We have barely three hundred million. This imbalance… it cannot stand."
A senior advisor cleared his throat. "Sire, war is impossible. If we ignite conflict now, the southern technology and medicine would decimate our forces before we even cross the river. The council of elders has spoken — open confrontation would risk humanity itself."
Arion slammed a fist on the table, making the cups rattle. "I am king here! Yet I feel like my brother measuring shadows. We must respond, or Rahul's influence will swallow us whole."
From the corner, a messenger stepped forward, handing Arion a folded map. The territories were redrawn in jagged lines, a bitter compromise painted across the lands both had once claimed. Each kingdom had retreated from the other, holding only what they could defend without provoking annihilation.
Rahul's innovations had forced this reality. Medicines that once saved lives now shaped armies and economies. Cities in the south thrived, far larger than anything the north could match. Crops were plentiful, birth rates high, and trade routes humming with activity. Even Arion's best strategists admitted it: the southern atmosphere had become unstoppable.
Arion stared at the map, clenched his jaw, and then exhaled slowly. "So be it," he muttered. "We live in Rahul's shadow, for now. But mark my words — peace born of fear is always temporary."
Outside, the streets of the north were restless, murmuring with rumors of southern prosperity. In the south, markets overflowed, and factories roared. Rahul did not need to declare war; his rise alone had redrawn the world. And in both kingdoms, leaders understood a cold, undeniable truth: the balance had shifted, and any misstep now could trigger the extinction of their fragile humanity.