White Snake entered a state of hibernation for a full day, allowing Dhruv the opportunity to contemplate his thoughts in solitude. During this time, Dhruv wrestled with the heavy burden of attempting to find a method to rescue the souls of his mother and sister.

White Snake had told him that such a feat was impossible, but against her assertions, he clung to a steadfast belief that he could achieve it. Deeply absorbed in his internal struggle, he considered, ‘I was entirely unaware of the existence of another world; yet, it is undeniably there. I never imagined that I would acquire supernatural abilities, but here I am, armed with them. Therefore, why should I not be able to revive my mother and sister? How can I dismiss the thought without even attempting it?’

While Dhruv grappled with his emotional turmoil and persistent hope, the five Soul Avatars commenced their preparations and discussions regarding the selection of their respective base camps for the forthcoming mission. Avnish made the decision to establish their base in Kolkata—the very city where Dhruv resided, further intertwining their fates.

Anbu, however, opted for a location 600 kilometers away, choosing Patna as his base of operations.

Shambu, taking a different approach, selected Delhi, situated approximately 1500 kilometers from Kolkata, recognising its strategic advantages.

Rajiv chose Chennai, which lay 1600 kilometers away, as the ideal location for his activities.

In a small twist of circumstance, Henrik found himself staying with Avnish, having the least number of black beads among the group. He sought to align himself with others to enhance his chances of success. Observing the situation, Avnish suggested, “Why are you choosing to remain with me? You would gain significantly more if you decided to accompany Rajiv instead.” His comment stemmed from a desire to shield his own interests and benefits.

In response, Henrik replied bluntly, “Yes, I acknowledge that, and to be candid, my intention for staying here is not for your benefit. Once I have completed my research on this planet, I will shift my focus to Rajiv. You need not concern yourself.” With a serious expression, he began to inhabit the body of a nearby male, his intentions clear.

Meanwhile, Anbu had taken over an imposing mansion in Patna, where he commenced a series of experiments involving the local inhabitants.

Concurrently, his brother Shambu, strategically positioned in Delhi, surveyed the landscape from above an impressive skyscraper. “This locality appears to be the most favorable for my base,” he proclaimed, “as I require both high altitude and a distorted atmosphere to optimize the functionality of my skills.”

Descending to the top floor of the building, he peered inside, discovering a man clad in a business suit, engrossed in his work on a laptop. “What fortunate circumstances!” Shambu mused. “I did not have to engage in the cumbersome task of hunting for a suitable inhabitant; this individual appears to be in great shape.”

With a swift motion, he struck, shattering the sliding window as debris scattered throughout the office. “Damn, this singular punch has cost me one black bead. This is utterly ridiculous,” he lamented. The businessman, startled and bewildered, uttered in the local language, “Who are you? Am I really seeing a ghost?”

Shambu, with a hint of amusement, replied, “Oh my, what are you speaking? Regardless, once I have possessed you, I shall acquire all the knowledge I need.” He surged towards the man, entering his body with ease. The man’s eyes widened in shock as he clutched at his chest and upper body in a frenzy.

However, this struggle proved futile, and soon a smile illuminated his face. “Ghost? Hahaha, you could say that, but that definition is somewhat lacking. ‘Spirit’ might be a more accurate term, akin to ‘soul,’ I suppose.”

As the next day drew to a close, Rajiv embarked on a journey through the city, seeking information about this planet and this area in a female body. He contemplated, “It appears that summoning a tsunami is unlikely. Perhaps my best course of action is to capture Plaquso Island first, and I will determine my next steps from there. Nonetheless, I have a backup plan in place, should the need arise.”

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Arriving at a small port, Rajiv secured a boat and set sail towards Plaquso Island. Upon his arrival, he was greeted with enthusiasm by the local inhabitants, though he quickly realized their motives and interest was in his female body.

That night, he settled into an inn, and at dawn, he ascended to the mountain’s summit to survey the geographical features of the island. “This is nearly ideal,” he declared as he surveyed the vibrant village nestled near the shoreline.

Men were engaging in their daily work joyfully, while groups of women gathered for social interactions, with some assisting their partners as they prepared for the day’s labor in the fields. The village, bursting with life and energy, struck Rajiv as a perfect setting. Yet, he concluded ominously, “But this place will have to be destroyed.”

…

Dhruv’s residence.

“White Snake, observe closely. I have successfully developed a clone specifically designed to replicate the memories of others without causing them any harm,” Dhruv declared with a notable level of self-assuredness.

In her hand, she held a Purple Star clone crafted from Dhruv’s essence. “With merely a glance, you were able to generate your own knockoff version of ‘Will’ clone, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to refer to it as a soul clone? It seems to encompass both properties. The composition consists of approximately 80% of your Red Soul combined with a fraction of Black Soul, and the incorporation of the Red Bead as a primary energy source is undeniably clever; it compensates for the absence of the Black Bead. This is indeed a remarkable achievement from a dual practitioner,” she remarked, her tone imbued with admiration.

“I recently visited C. P. Hospital to settle my outstanding payments, and during that visit, I made an intriguing discovery: the red and white beads originate from the red and white blood cells produced by our own bodies. Through a combination of research and experimentation, I have successfully created what I am calling the ‘Star Memory Clone’,” Dhruv continued to elaborate, clearly taking pride in his innovative accomplishments.

“While I appreciate your enthusiasm, we must not forget that we still need to identify your White Soul and Black Soul abilities. Thus, shall we proceed outside?” White Snake suggested, urgency evident in her voice.

Unknown to her, several hours later, they returned home, at which point Dhruv locked himself in his room, in his soul form. Despite White Snake’s calls, he remained unresponsive.

“Did I assign him an overly difficult task? I don’t believe so. One day, he will have to face the upper world, where killing is a commonplace activity. Perhaps it’s best to allow him some time to process this,” she pondered as she went to eat her lunch.

At four o’clock in the early morning, Dhruv, still in his Soul form, shook White Snake who was in his body with urgency, exclaiming, “Wake up! Wake up! It’s completed.” White Snake stirred from her sleep; her curiosity piqued. “What is completed?”

“I have developed a solution for the ‘Soul Absorb’ skill, which means that I no longer need to kill individuals to absorb their souls,” he replied, a faint smile spreading across his face, tinged with a hint of remorse.

“A solution?” she echoed, her thoughts racing. ‘Isn’t his ability to create new skills at such speed remarkable? Many individuals take months, or even years, to achieve similar feats. Some merely replicate the work of others without undertaking any original research; he is certainly an intriguing individual.’

“Indeed! The process was relatively straightforward. I simply had to limit the power of the ‘Soul Absorb’ skill; that was all. I applied the same principles that I employed with the ‘Star Memory Clone’, allowing me to regulate the extent of the absorption using Red Soul,” Dhruv detailed.

“Well done. Now, come and rest briefly before we resume our work,” she advised, internally reflecting, ‘Simple? Is he out of his mind? While it may seem simple to him, the reality is that he wields a multitude of soul powers—most individuals do not possess such a luxury.’

As the week progressed, their search for the White Soul talent yielded minimal results; thus, their overall progress was sluggish, as White Snake was unable to contribute in other areas. Dhruv engaged in a series of trials and experiments, refining his techniques according to his preferences.

His confidence in confronting Black Souls increased significantly, having made a substantial breakthrough in his understanding of the Red Soul aspect. He had begun to grasp the powers inherent to Wisdom practitioners to a degree.

But he refrained from sharing every detail with White Snake, stemming from a lingering distrust that had been solidified by her previous actions, notably the lethal encounter he had witnessed. “She appears solely concerned with outcomes, disregarding the methods used, which presents its own form of danger. Had I not awakened my subconscious, it is plausible that she might have seen fit to eliminate me,” he whispered to himself.

“Did you utter something?” White Snake enquired; her attention diverted as she scrolled through her mobile phone.

“I am going out for another test. Would you like to accompany me?” he asked politely.

“I believe you should conduct this test alone; the results will likely be minimal regardless. However, we must prepare to make our move soon, so ensure you are ready,” she replied firmly, asserting her authority.

“Alright,” he responded, and with that, he soared out of the window, ascending into the sky.