The scream tore through the darkness like a jagged blade. Jaswant jolted awake, gasping for air, his body drenched in cold sweat. The world around him was an abyss — a black void so complete that even the faintest whisper of breath seemed swallowed whole. Silence pressed down on him, thick and suffocating, and every instinct in his body screamed danger.
And then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the darkness melted away. The void receded, leaving him in a world that seemed normal, mundane, as though the nightmare had been nothing more than a fleeting shadow.
"Ah… no! Not again!" Jaswant's voice was raw with frustration, the words echoing in the empty room. "I can't… I can't keep doing this. Every day, this same pain, this same inner wound. A year has passed, and yet the memory of that… that accident hasn't faded. How long must I endure it? I cannot bear this suffering anymore."
His hands clenched, fingers digging into his palms. "I have to… I have to find a cure. Somehow, the Soul Essences of the Five Elements… I must find them. But where? After a year of searching, still nothing… nothing."
Even as he spoke, his mind slipped into the shadows of the past.
There, in the same eerie silence, he saw himself sprawled on the ground, drenched in blood, his life hanging by a thread. And standing before him was a figure — a goddess. Her eyes shimmered with a strange, unsettling light, her smile both comforting and terrifying. Jaswant, weak and trembling, reached for her, his soul screaming for salvation.
But before his fingers could touch her, darkness swallowed his vision. Memories flooded him — flashes of his life, distorted and blurred, slipping through his grasp as though someone had taken a broom to his past, erasing it.
Time halted. Everything froze, yet he remained — bloodied, fragile, counting the breaths he thought would be his last. Then, without warning, the world shifted. The very fabric of the dimension unraveled, and he was pulled into another realm.
When Jaswant opened his eyes, shock rooted him to the ground. His body was whole, intact — healed as if nothing had ever happened. The blood, the agony, the suffocating fear — all gone. He touched his face, his arms, his chest. Everything felt real, yet impossibly normal.
And yet he knew, deep in his heart, that the memories, the pain, the helplessness — they had been real. The goddess, the shadows of betrayal, the knife-edge of death — they were not figments of a dream.
A voice shattered the silence.
"The Ultimate God System is loading…"
Jaswant leapt to his feet, eyes darting across the empty room. "W-who's there? Show yourself!" His voice trembled, betraying his fear.
No one appeared. Only the echo of his own desperation remained.
Then it spoke again.
"System installation is completed."
Jaswant's heart hammered. His bed, his room — everything around him was unchanged, yet the world felt different. A strange window of light appeared, floating in midair like a screen he could not ignore. His scream tore from his throat before his body succumbed to unconsciousness.
When he awoke again, his eyes struggled to adjust. Two, three figures stood around him — strangers. Faces unfamiliar, voices unknown. His body still ached, fragile from the ordeal.
And then — a woman ran to him, throwing herself around him, crying. "My son! You're awake! What happened? Who did this to you?"
Her voice was thick with concern, yet it could not mask the questions in her eyes. Jaswant stared back, searching, confused. These people, calling themselves his family, were strangers to him now.
"My mother?" he whispered, uncertainty lacing his tone.
"Yes, Jaswant… it's me, Revati. And your father, your sister… we are here."
Before he could process, his vision blurred, and his body shut down again. His mind was overloaded — the shock of the world, the voices, the memories. He fell into a restless sleep, haunted by fragments of the past.
Emerging from the fog of memory and awakening, Jaswant stepped into the living area, desperate for fresh air, desperate to escape the suffocating echoes of his past. But there, on the sofa, sat Vihaan Maheshwari — his cousin, two months younger, who had always appeared to love him while secretly plotting his downfall.
The air between them crackled with tension. Vihaan's smile was too sweet, his eyes too careful. "Hello, big brother! How are you?"
Jaswant's heart stilled momentarily. That smile, that tone — they were a mask. Memories flickered: the poison, the betrayal, the confession whispered in his ear when he had thought himself dying. The desire to live, crushed.
Vihaan's voice shook. "Big brother… you… you're not angry with me, right?"
Jaswant let the question hang. Calm, controlled, measured. "No… I am not angry. But you never came to see me, did you? Not once in the whole year. Tell me… did you stop caring?"
Vihaan's composure crumbled. Sweat dripped down his brow. His mind raced — if Jaswant remembered everything, the world he had built would collapse. "I… I just… I didn't get the time… that's all!"
Jaswant's eyes never left him. He knew every secret, every deceit. But for now, he would wait. Let the pieces fall into place. The conspiracy would unravel, and the truth — the Soul Essences — would be his.
In this world, power ruled all. The strong, the wealthy, the gifted — they dictated reality. The weak obeyed, sold, or sacrificed. Jaswant had survived death. He had returned. And he would rise again.
The dark goddess, the system, the betrayal, the secrets of the Panchatattva — all awaited him. And now, Jaswant's journey had begun.
A soul torn between worlds. A destiny bound by the five elements.
Although Jaswant had brushed off the matter in jest, deep down he had resolved to expose the truth about Vihaan and his mother to everyone. Meanwhile, a few casual conversations began among the three of them. But this time, the atmosphere was different. Where Vihaan had always tried to belittle Jaswant in every discussion, today he spoke cautiously. Jaswant had put him in a position where his life was literally at stake, and Vihaan knew better than to speak carelessly. Every word was measured, each one weighed to avoid being ensnared by Jaswant's clever deflections.
Just as their conversation began, Jaswant's mother, Revati, and his aunt, Mandira, entered from the kitchen. They immediately set breakfast on the dining table and sat down to eat. As they did, Mandira asked Jaswant, in her usual sly tone, what he and Vihaan had been discussing, trying to gauge their mood.
Jaswant recognized the perfect opportunity to teach his aunt a lesson. With a playful air, he replied, "Oh? How did you know? Were you eavesdropping?"
Mandira, sharp as ever, understood his implication but feigned innocence. "You always joke around, son. We weren't listening; it just happened that your voices carried all the way here."
Jaswant smiled lightly. "Nothing serious, aunt. We were just talking about last year. You seemed to have forgotten us entirely."
Mandira's smile was equally forced. "Forget you, my dear Jaswant? Impossible!"
Jaswant remained unaffected, knowing full well that Mandira would never admit defeat so easily. He continued, feigning innocence but with a hidden edge, "Really? I don't know what you were thinking, but you didn't come to see me all year — not once. And you didn't even send Vihaan. I thought you had completely forgotten us."
He added, letting his voice take on a mock-pathetic tone, "You vanished completely. Do you know how much I missed you, and Vihaan too? And you didn't even bother to check on us."
Mandira's face flickered with annoyance, but she forced a smile, saying, "Child, it's not what you think. Things happened at my place, and there was no way for me to know anything." She bared her teeth in a grin, trapped by Jaswant's words, unable to lie further.
Revati's blood boiled watching Mandira's cunning grin. She could clearly see her tricks, but she ignored them until the conversation touched her. Now, Jaswant's words had provoked her, and she snapped, "If you feel like baring your teeth, then eat too! There's nothing else left to do in life!"
Mandira went silent, her lips pressed tightly together, and resumed eating. Revati then turned to Jaswant with a tender smile. "Son, eat your breakfast. Everything today is made just the way you like it." She touched his cheek gently and kissed him. "Our little king."
Mandira's anger boiled within, but she dared not speak a word in front of Revati. Revati had a fiery temper — she spoke her mind directly, capable of piercing even the hardest hearts, yet hers was pure and without malice. She confronted wrongs openly and quickly let them go. But her love for Jaswant was unmatched; no one could scold him without her intervening, even if he was at fault. She always guided him toward what was best.
After a while, Jaswant finished a small portion of breakfast and returned to his room. Seeing him leave, Revati's anger shifted to Mandira. She muttered under her breath, scolding her for causing even a small distance between mother and son. "If you've come between me and my child, I swear, you'll regret it!"
The atmosphere at the dining table completely changed. No one dared speak further.
Inside his room, Jaswant immediately opened his system window. A notification had appeared earlier about the Soul Essences of the Five Elements. Without finishing his breakfast, he focused entirely on it. Outside, the commotion continued, but Jaswant secretly enjoyed it. Watch closely, aunt. Let's see how I turn your own game against you.
He began reading the mail. It contained information about the Soul Essences, but it was written in an unknown language. Jaswant tried reading it but could not understand a single word. Stars seemed to whirl before his eyes in frustration.
Determined, he opened the system interface. Bold letters at the top read: THE ULTIMATE GOD. When he touched it, a new window appeared, showing only one app: THE GOD MAKER. Jaswant frowned. What is this? A window with just one app? Its name is so strange… I've never heard of anything like this before. What could it possibly do?
As he opened the app, a small ant appeared on the screen, labeled "ATTACK." He tapped it, and the ant died instantly, releasing a coin that struck him on the forehead. Information flashed across the screen: "An enemy has been smashed to death. You have received one gold coin as a reward."
Another notification appeared: "Congratulations! You have taken a step closer to the Almighty Evil God."
Jaswant blinked. Was this a dream? He remembered the first time he saw the window a year ago — he had fainted immediately. But now, it had appeared again. Why today? Questions raced through his mind, but answers were elusive.
After a long period of thought, Jaswant concluded: Perhaps I am truly connected to this world now. Maybe I can live here like everyone else. But… if I arrived here a year ago, why did it take so long to establish this connection? Have I made a mistake? Am I truly linked to this world, or is there something crucial I still don't understand?
Unable to resist, he opened the system again, hoping for clarity. Hours passed, and he found nothing. In frustration, he spent the night attacking ants repeatedly, earning gold coins for each kill. By morning, coins were scattered all over his room. Finally, his progress registered in the system, and the accumulated coins were added to his account.
A notification appeared: "Congratulations, Nameless God! You have met the conditions for opening your God Store."
Immediately, a pop-up appeared with a choice: Yes or No. Jaswant clicked Yes without hesitation. The God Store opened. His balance: 377 gold coins. Below, items, weapons, potions, and skills were listed — all in a language he could not understand. He could only read the prices and decide what to buy.
Scrolling down, he discovered a skill priced at just 100 gold coins. A smile crept across his face. Only 100 coins? I can afford this. But should I buy it?
He finally clicked to purchase. A notification appeared: "Congratulations! You have successfully activated the skill: The Eye of the Blind God."
Jaswant gasped. What if I become blind using this skill? I won't be able to see anything. This is useless…
Suddenly, his vision disappeared entirely. Panic surged as he flailed, hitting his foot against the table. Pain shot through him. No! My foot! It hurts so much!
Then, as suddenly as it had vanished, his vision returned. Relief flooded him. I can see again! I really thought I was doomed!
He examined the system further. Miraculously, he could now read the previously unknown language. Could it be the skill? Scrolling through the store, he discovered an item under God of Transcendence — Exclusive Authority. Its price: one quadrillion gold coins. Jaswant froze. This is beyond my reach. Even multiple lifetimes wouldn't be enough.
Continuing his search, he found another skill: Crushing Index Finger of the God, priced at 100 gold coins. A grin spread across his face.
Checking his balance, he had just 250 coins remaining. With no other options, he purchased the skill. A pop-up confirmed: "You have successfully purchased Crushing Index Finger of the God."
Curious, he tried it on a table across the room. Using his index finger, the table slid across the floor without him touching it. Jaswant was both amazed and delighted. This skill lets me manipulate objects from a distance. I can do almost anything!
Then, a sudden memory hit him. Oh no! How could I have forgotten something so important?
What revelation struck Jaswant? What secrets lie hidden within his system and The God Maker app? Why did it take him a year to connect fully with this world?
The answers — and his journey — continue in: "Jaswant: The Ultimate God."