Today marked the beginning of my journey at the Hero Academy—but I already knew it would not be an ordinary one.
The gates stood tall before me, carved from black stone infused with ancient runes. Each symbol seemed alive, glowing faintly as if watching… judging. This place wasn't just an academy—it was a proving ground. A place where legends were born… and the weak were forgotten.
As I stepped forward, the air grew heavy.
It wasn't imagination.
It felt like the academy itself was weighing my existence.
Ahead of me walked my brother Ronak and my cousin Prince. Their steps were steady, confident—like they belonged here.
And the truth was—
They did.
Both of them were already members of the Royal Class.
A rank reserved for monsters.
Triple S–rank.
Power so overwhelming that rules bent around them. Students like them didn't start from the bottom—they skipped the first year entirely and entered directly into the second.
I still remembered the day the recruiters came.
Ronak raised his hand.
And fire answered.
Not ordinary fire—it roared like a living creature, swirling around him, bending to his will. It didn't burn him. It obeyed him.
Then Prince stepped forward.
Lightning exploded across his body, tearing through the air like a storm breaking the sky. The ground cracked beneath him. The air trembled.
The instructors had gone silent.
For a moment, even they forgot how to breathe.
I didn't need anyone to tell me what would happen next.
They would dominate.
First rank. Second rank.
No one would come close.
But fate… doesn't follow expectations.
The academy thought they were getting two prodigies.
They weren't prepared for a condition.
"We'll join," Ronak had said calmly, "only if he joins too."
Every eye turned toward me.
Not with admiration.
With doubt.
I could feel it.
The questions.
Who is he?
Why him?
Does he even belong here?
They tested me.
Combat ability.
Mana control.
Mental endurance.
Resonance.
I passed.
Every test.
But not in the way they expected.
There was no explosion of power.
No fire.
No lightning.
No overwhelming presence.
My power didn't show itself.
It hid.
Layered. Sealed. Silent.
And that… made them uneasy.
Their decision was clear.
I was not Royal Class material.
They planned to place me in the Super Class—Double S rank.
A position most would consider a dream.
But for Ronak and Prince—
It wasn't enough.
"If he's not Royal," Prince said coldly, lightning flickering in his eyes,
"then we're not joining either."
The academy resisted.
They argued.
They calculated.
They hesitated.
But in the end—
They gave in.
That was how I became the tenth student of the Royal Class.
Not chosen.
Not accepted.
Forced into it.
An exception.
A flaw in the system.
The Royal Class was never meant to have ten students.
Nine—that was the limit.
Now there were ten.
First-year Royal Class: ten students.
Second-year: six.
No third year.
Not yet.
Because only legends survived long enough to reach that stage.
The academy itself was divided by ranks:
Common Class – F, E, D
Hero Class – C, B
Extra Class – A, A+, A++
Super Class – S, SS
Royal Class – SSS
And now…
I stood at the top.
Among monsters.
The academy's cost alone could destroy kingdoms. Only royal bloodlines, ancient clans, and empires could afford to send their heirs here.
But we didn't pay anything.
Ronak and Prince's power—
That was our fee.
Still… I knew the truth.
If I wanted—
I could have entered Royal Class on my own.
I could have skipped the first year.
Maybe even the second.
But power…
Power attracts attention.
And attention…
Brings destruction.
I had already learned that once.
I wasn't going to repeat that mistake.
Days passed.
I began observing everyone in my class.
Each one was unique.
Each one powerful.
Each one destined to become something great.
And each one…
Familiar.
Because I had seen them before.
Not here.
Not in this life.
In the one that had already ended.
I remembered the invasion.
The demons.
The chaos.
The screams.
I remembered how it all began.
Just months after the academy opened—
Death.
One by one.
Every first-year Royal Class student…
Died.
History called it fate.
An unavoidable tragedy.
I called it failure.
My failure.
This time—
That wouldn't happen.
I wouldn't let it.
Protecting them wasn't just a decision.
It was my responsibility.
Protecting my family.
Protecting the future.
Trying… to create peace.
But peace—
Was fragile.
Because I wasn't alone.
Beyond the academy…
Beyond the sky…
Something was watching.
Gods.
Demons.
Both sides had noticed something was different.
Something had changed.
But they didn't know what.
They couldn't see me.
They couldn't trace me.
My existence—
Distorted fate itself.
And that…
Was my greatest advantage.
But also my greatest danger.
Because once they found me—
Everything would begin.
The Heavenly Society.
The Demonic Society.
Both wanted the same thing—
My erasure.
To them, my existence was a threat to balance.
One used divine power.
The other… darkness.
But there was a third.
The Abandoned Modern Demon Society.
They didn't want me dead.
They wanted me…
Controlled.
Used.
They knew what I truly was.
The ansh of Mahadev and Mata Adi Shakti.
To them—
I wasn't a person.
I was a weapon.
But they couldn't take me easily.
First…
They had to find me.
And they were searching.
All of them.
Demons were preparing to attack humanity.
Beasts were forming alliances.
Dragon-lords—once rulers of sky and destruction—
Had disappeared.
Hunted.
Captured.
Broken.
And in the center of everything—
Was me.
That's why I observed every single student in the Royal Class carefully.
There were only ten of us.
Ten forces capable of changing the future.
Liya controlled fire—wild, destructive, unstoppable.
Leon wielded lightning—fast enough to erase enemies before they could react.
Adrian moved with the wind—untouchable, unpredictable.
Jiyan controlled water—calm, but hiding lethal force beneath.
Diya forged weapons from pure energy, shaping fire into blades and constructs with precision.
Alia bent earth and space itself—teleporting, creating barriers, distorting reality.
Alex used telekinesis—unseen power, absolute control.
Ash pushed his strength beyond limits—turning his body into a weapon of destruction.
Shiv combined martial arts with ice and thunder—discipline mixed with raw elemental force.
And then—
There was me.
Krrish.
The anomaly.
The unknown variable.
To them, I had simple abilities.
Energy attacks.
Energy constructs.
That's all I showed.
That's all they knew.
But the truth…
Was something else entirely.
The real power I carried—
The origin of my existence—
The thing even gods feared—
I had told no one.
And I wasn't going to.
Not yet.
Because the moment I reveal everything—
The world won't stay the same.
To be continued 🔥 👿 🔥