The world spun in darkness, a vast void stretching in all directions, echoing with silence. In this emptiness, a consciousness stirred, slowly reclaiming awareness after what felt like an eternity of sleep. The memories of countless years of meditation, training, and the acquisition of divine knowledge flooded back, crashing against his mind like waves against a shore.His name… What was it? Ah, yes. Asher. The name felt foreign on his mind, yet familiar—a remnant of a life long past, a connection to the world he once knew. The memories of his death in modern India came rushing back. The sudden pain, the confusion, the cold, and then the release. But that wasn’t the end. No, it was only the beginning.After his death, his soul had traversed time and space, moving beyond the constraints of the mortal world, finding itself in ancient Bharat, in a time after the great war of the Mahabharata. It was a world of gods, sages, and warriors—a place where power and divinity were intertwined with everyday life. There, he had learned the mantras of the ancient seers, mastered the weapons of the gods, and eventually received a boon from the divine themselves. It was a vardaan unlike any other: the combined powers of every boon ever granted to the Asuras, the ancient enemies of the gods.Years—no, centuries—of meditation followed, allowing his soul to assimilate this immense power. The process was arduous, but necessary, as his mortal soul struggled to contain and control the divine energies within him. And now, after what felt like millennia, he was awake once more, but in a world that had changed beyond recognition.Asher’s eyes fluttered open, and he was immediately struck by the harsh, artificial light above him. He was lying on his back, the sensation of cold, smooth tiles pressing against his skin. Blinking against the brightness, he slowly sat up, his body stiff and unfamiliar, as if it had been unused for a very long time. He was in a small room, sparsely furnished, with a simple bed, a desk, and a chair. The walls were bare, painted in a dull white, and a single window let in a thin stream of sunlight.A sense of disorientation washed over him as he took in his surroundings. This was not the ancient world he had come to know during his long slumber. This was something else—something modern. As he slowly rose to his feet, his mind grappled with the reality of his situation. He was back. Back in the world he had left behind so long ago, but everything felt… different.Asher walked to the window, his legs shaky as if they had forgotten how to support his weight. He peered outside, and what he saw confirmed his suspicions. The world beyond the glass was one of towering buildings, bustling streets, and the familiar hum of technology. Cars sped down the roads, people hurried along the sidewalks, and neon signs flashed brightly in the distance. The sight filled him with a strange sense of nostalgia mixed with a twinge of sadness. This was the world he had been born into, but it was no longer the world he belonged to.His thoughts drifted back to his rebirth in ancient Bharat, to the years he had spent learning and growing, transforming into something far greater than a mere human. His soul had been reforged in the fires of divine power, and now it housed energies that could reshape worlds. But here, in this modern age, those powers felt distant, disconnected from the world around him.Asher closed his eyes and took a deep breath, reaching inward, searching for the wellspring of power that had sustained him for so long. It was still there, a roaring storm of divine energy, but something was different. The energy of this world was not the same as the one he had known in ancient Bharat. It was thinner, weaker, as if the divine had slowly faded from the fabric of reality. Yet, there was something else—something dark and sinister that pulsed beneath the surface, a different kind of energy that he couldn’t quite place.A sense of unease settled over him as he opened his eyes once more. The world had changed, and so had he. But he wasn’t sure if those changes were for the better.Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion hit him, forcing him to stumble back and sit on the edge of the bed. His body, though still that of a mortal, was struggling to adjust to the immense power housed within his soul. He had spent so long in meditation, preparing his spirit, that he had neglected the physical form that now felt alien and frail in comparison.His mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. He remembered the last moments before his rebirth into the modern world—his wish to see the stars, to explore the vastness of space. That desire had somehow triggered the time-space vortex, pulling him back to this era, to this moment. But why? What purpose could there be for someone like him, forged in the fires of divine power, to exist in a world that had seemingly forgotten the gods?Asher’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, sharp pain in his head. He winced, clutching his temples as the memories of his past life—his original life—came flooding back. The life of an ordinary man, a student in the bustling city of Mumbai, who had dreams and aspirations, friends and family. The memories were fragmented, blurred by the passage of time and the overwhelming presence of his new identity. But one thing remained clear: his connection to his family, to the people he had once loved.A sense of determination began to build within him, cutting through the confusion and pain. He had been granted a second chance—a chance to protect those he cared about, to use the power he had gained for something meaningful. But to do that, he would need to understand this new world, to find his place in it, and to regain control over the immense energies that now coursed through his soul.Slowly, Asher stood up again, his resolve hardening. He was not the same person who had died in that fateful accident all those years ago. He was something more—something ancient and powerful, reborn into a world that had forgotten its own divine roots. And he would use that power to protect his family, to uncover the secrets of this new world, and to prepare for the challenges that were sure to come.For now, he would start small. He needed to reacquaint himself with the world, to learn its rhythms and intricacies, and to blend in as best he could. The time for grand plans and battles would come later. But for now, he would play the role of the student, the ordinary young man who had suddenly reappeared in the world. And as he did, he would silently gather his strength, waiting for the moment when he would be called upon to unleash the full might of the Asura’s boon.With that thought in mind, Asher turned away from the window, a faint smile playing on his lips. The world may have changed, but so had he. And this time, he was ready.

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