Rohan Varma was like any other 22-year-old. He loved spending his time in cyber cafes, diving deep into virtual worlds where he could escape reality.

But unlike most of his friends, who were obsessed with shooting games and racing simulations, Rohan had a particular passion. He was captivated by the ancient stories of Hindu mythology, tales of gods, demons, epic battles, and moral dilemmas. 

It wasn't just about the stories themselves; it was the idea of a universe where every action had a consequence, where good and evil were clearly defined, but the path to each was riddled with challenges.

He often imagined what it would be like to live in those times, to be part of the stories he loved so much. Maybe that's why he was drawn to games that offered rich lore and deep narratives.

In those worlds, he could be the hero he read about, making decisions that could change the fate of an entire kingdom, a world, or even the gods themselves.

But despite his love for these epic tales, Rohan's life was rather ordinary. He lived in a modest apartment with his parents, worked part-time at a local bookstore, and spent most of his free time gaming.

His dream was to one day create his own game something that combined the rich storytelling of Hindu mythology with the immersive experience of modern RPGs.

But dreams like that required money, skills, and connections, none of which Rohan had.

"Maybe one day," he would tell himself as he left the cyber cafe each evening. "One day, I'll make it happen."

That evening, after finishing his shift at the bookstore, Rohan headed to the cyber cafe. It was his usual routine grab a quick bite, then spend a few hours gaming before heading home.

The familiar smell of coffee, the hum of computers, and the soft glow of screens filled the air as he walked in. 

He greeted the owner, an older man who had known Rohan since he was a kid, and made his way to his usual spot.

Settling into the worn-out chair, Rohan opened up his favorite MMORPG and quickly immersed himself in the game. 

His character, a warrior clad in shining armor, was locked in battle with a towering demon. The fight was intense, every move precise, every attack calculated.

"Come on, just a little more," Rohan muttered to himself, leaning closer to the screen as his character prepared to deliver the final blow.

But just as his warrior swung his sword, there was a sudden, loud crash outside the cafe. The entire building shook, and Rohan barely had time to glance up before the front wall of the cafe exploded inward.

 A sleek, black Porsche plowed through the front of the building, smashing through computers and tables like they were nothing.

Time seemed to slow down. Rohan saw the car, saw the terrified faces of the other gamers, but there was nothing he could do. The car hit him with the force of a freight train, and in that moment, everything went dark.

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When Rohan opened his eyes, he was lying on his back, staring up at a ceiling that was nothing like the crumbling one of the cyber cafe.

This ceiling was smooth, white, and gleaming. Blinking, Rohan pushed himself up and looked around. The room was bright, clean, and modern almost futuristic. 

The walls were smooth and white, the furniture sleek and minimalistic. There were no windows, and the air felt unnaturally still.

"What the...?" Rohan muttered, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. 

His heart pounded as he looked down at himself. He was still wearing the same clothes his favorite T-shirt and jeans but there were no signs of the accident. No blood, no pain. Just... nothing.

He stood up, feeling the soft, cool floor under his bare feet. "Where am I?" he whispered to himself, panic slowly setting in. "What happened?"

As Rohan struggled to piece together the events, something even more unsettling started to happen.

 Memories began to flood his mind memories that didn't quite fit. He remembered his name Rohan Varma.

 He remembered his parents, his childhood, his school, and his friends. But there were other memories too, ones that felt just as real, yet different.

In these new memories, everything was the same his name, his family, his past but the world around him was drastically different. In these memories, technology was light-years ahead of what he knew. 

Devices that only existed in science fiction were part of everyday life. Buildings soared into the sky, sleek and shining, and people moved around in ways that defied the laws of physics he was familiar with.

"What the hell is going on?" he muttered, rubbing his temples as if that would help clear the confusion.

As if in response to his question, a soft, melodic chime filled the room. Rohan spun around, looking for the source of the sound, but there was nothing. Then, a voice, calm and soothing, spoke from nowhere.

"Welcome, Rohan Varma."

Rohan froze. "Who's there? Where am I?"

"You are in a new world," the voice replied. "A world where technology has advanced far beyond what you previously knew. The year is 2024, but this world is not the one you remember."

Rohan's mind raced. "What do you mean, 'not the one I remember'? How can that be possible?"

"The world you knew and the one you are in now share many similarities," the voice explained. "Your name, your family, many of your memories all are the same. But this world is different. Here, technology has reached levels you couldn't have imagined. You have been given a second chance, Rohan."

"A second chance?" Rohan echoed, his voice shaky. "Why? What happened to me?"

"You were involved in an accident," the voice said calmly. "But do not worry. You have been chosen for something greater."

Rohan's eyes widened. "Chosen? For what?"

"You have been granted a unique system," the voice continued. "A system that will allow you to create something extraordinary. Something only you can bring to life."

Before Rohan could ask what the voice meant, a sudden surge of energy coursed through his body, and a translucent screen appeared in front of him. 

It was filled with lines of code and symbols, none of which he recognized. At the top of the screen, glowing in bright letters, were the words: VR Games Creator System.

Rohan stared at the screen, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. "What... what is this?"

"This is your system," the voice explained. "The VR Games Creator System. With it, you can design and develop your own virtual reality games. You have complete control over every aspect of the game from the initial concept to the final product. All you need to do is imagine it, and the system will bring it to life."

Rohan felt his heart begin to race, but this time it wasn't out of fear. It was excitement. Pure, unbridled excitement. "You mean... I can create any game I want? Just like that?"

"Yes," the voice confirmed. "You can create and publish your own games. The system will handle everything else the technical aspects, the coding, the marketing. You can bring your ideas to life without worrying about how it will happen."

Rohan's thoughts immediately turned to his dream. He had always wanted to create a game that combined his love of Hindu mythology with the immersive experience of an RPG. 

But now, with this system... he could make it real. He could create the game he had always wanted.

"But... why me?" Rohan asked, still trying to wrap his head around everything. "Why was I chosen?"

"That is something you will discover in time," the voice replied, its tone cryptic. "For now, focus on what you wish to create. You have been given a rare gift, Rohan. Use it wisely."

Rohan's gaze locked onto the screen in front of him, his mind buzzing with ideas. The fear and confusion that had gripped him moments ago were now fading, replaced by a sense of purpose and determination. 

He had been given a chance to create something incredible, something that could change the world or at least the virtual one.

"Alright," Rohan said, taking a deep breath. "Let's do this. Let's create a game."

The screen in front of him shifted, the lines of code rearranging themselves as new options appeared. 

Rohan reached out and touched one of the icons, and a new menu opened up, filled with possibilities. 

As he began to explore the system, the voice spoke one last time. "Do not worry, Rohan. The system will guide you every step of the way. You are not alone in this."

Rohan nodded, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation and to make sure he properly understand everything he started going through his memories of a world where the lines between games and life would blur, and where the stories of gods, demons, and heroes would come to life in ways no one had ever imagined.