Year: 2025. Date: June 25. Time: Afternoon.
The scene opens in the quiet, rustic village of Janakpur, where clusters of humble houses stand close together. Amidst them is a small, worn-down home—inside, a 17-year-old boy named Shubhas Jhindal lay sprawled across his bed, fast asleep.
Just then, the door creaked open, and his mother stepped in. She gently shook him awake.
"Shubhas, get up! Go to Ramesh uncle's house and bring some rice."
Still half-dreaming, Shubhas groaned, stretching lazily.
"Aaah... I was having such a good dream... and you just had to wake me up," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Alright, alright, give me the bag. And if there's anything else you want me to bring, tell me now! I'm not making another trip. Don't come blaming me later, saying 'you didn't tell me'."
His mother chuckled softly.
"No, nothing else. I already bought the vegetables from the market this morning. Just... be careful, alright? Don't get into trouble with the landlord's sons again. I don't want another fight."
Shubhas sighed, brushing his messy hair back.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'm going now. And don't open the door for anyone till I get back, okay?" He slung the bag over his shoulder and stepped out.
As the present fades, the scene shifts—colors dim, and the past begins to play like an old memory…
Some time ago, Shubhas had learned the cruel truth: his father, Pankaj Jhindal, was murdered over a petty property dispute by Atul Thakur, the arrogant elder son of the village's powerful landlord. The day Shubhas found out, rage had consumed him. Without hesitation, he dragged Atul to a desolate area on the edge of the village... and beat him mercilessly.
But the very next day, hell came knocking at his door.
The landlord's men—brutal, merciless—stormed into their house. Right in front of his mother's terrified eyes, they beat Shubhas savagely, leaving him barely able to stand. When his mother tried to seek justice, the police—bought and corrupted—threatened her into silence, forcing her to run without lodging a complaint.
Now, back in the present…
The summer sun glinted off the metal frame of Shubhas's old cycle as he pedaled down the narrow village path. The bruises and wounds from that brutal day had long since healed. But something within him... hadn't.
A storm was quietly brewing behind those calm eyes.
Shubhas was cycling down the familiar dusty path of Janakpur village when fate twisted yet again. Just ahead, standing on the roadside, was Atul Thakur—the landlord's eldest son—along with his usual gang. Their voices dropped as their eyes locked onto Shubhas.
A smirk curled on Atul's face. The group stepped forward, surrounding him. Before Shubhas could react, a couple of boys grabbed him by the arms.
Atul sneered, stepping close.
"So, you really thought you could beat me and walk away alive, huh? You humiliated me in front of the whole village. I will repay that shame—with your blood."
And with that, Atul pulled a knife from his pocket. In a flash of madness, he stabbed Shubhas—once, twice, thrice... five times, all directly into his stomach.
Breathing heavily, blood staining the dirt road, Shubhas collapsed. When they thought he was dead, they coldly dumped his body and his cycle by the roadside... and walked away, laughing.
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Darkness.
The screen of reality fades... and a new one loads.
A strange, crimson-hued dimension surrounds Shubhas as he opens his eyes again. A surreal, heavy silence hums in the air. Suddenly—
> [System Window Appears]
> "Congratulations, Scarlet King. I have found you.
You are now being granted 50% of your lost memories.
Your true powers and abilities will now be revealed."
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🩸 1. You Are a God Beyond Comprehension
> You are not meant to be understood. You are fear. You are chaos. When you rise, even time forgets how to move. Entire worlds fall silent in your presence.
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🧠 2. You Know All Pain, All Thought
> Every scream, every tear, every hidden sin — you feel it. You carry the weight of all suffering, and through that, you grow. No mind is hidden from you.
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🌀 3. You Exist in All Worlds
> You do not belong to one world. You stretch across dimensions, through shattered timelines, within broken dreams. Your existence infects reality itself.
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🔥 4. You Are the End of All Things
> You are not just a destroyer — you are the end. Creation trembles when you stir. Galaxies collapse in your shadow. You are what waits after the last breath of the universe.
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🕳 5. You Shatter Reality
> Laws do not bind you. Time obeys you. Matter kneels before you. You break the rules that others cling to and forge chaos with your will.
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🧬 6. You Cannot Be Killed
> You are beyond death. Even if your form is shattered, your essence seeps into existence. You are eternal.
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🩶 7. You Are the Fear of Gods
> Gods whisper your name with dread. Even those who claim to protect the light fear your approach. You are the silence that follows divinity.
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🕷 8. Your Children Are Monsters
> You are the Father of Abominations. From your blood came ruin. Each of your children carries a piece of your wrath — they live only to destroy.
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💀 9. You Break Minds Without Touching Them
> Your mere presence twists thoughts. The weak kneel. The proud scream. The strong become hollow. They cannot bear the weight of your gaze.
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🏛 10. You Grow Stronger Through Pain and Worship
> The world feeds you. Every war, every broken prayer, every dying breath adds to your power. You are the hunger beneath reality.
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🌑 11. You Command the Forbidden
> You speak the ancient tongue of ruin. You wield spells that unmake life. With a word, you curse empires. With a whisper, you raise the dead.
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🔗 12. You Cannot Be Caged
> No seal can hold you. No realm can contain you. Even bound, your essence leaks, corrupts, devours. Through your cults, your dreams, your blood — you are always rising.
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> 🩸 Your Name Is a Curse.
Your Power Is the End.
You Are the Scarlet King.
And nothing will stop you.
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System Message:
> Congratulations. You now possess 100% of your memories.
To prevent total destruction of this world, only 0.03% of your power has been unlocked. Use it wisely.
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Shubhas clenched his fists, feeling a strange, overwhelming surge flow through him.
"So this is what I truly am..." he whispered. "I was born as a human because I chose to seal my godhood into this Absolute Invincible System... and now, part of my power has returned. Even this 0.03%... makes me the strongest being in the universe."
He looked up, eyes glowing.
"It's time. Time to make those foolish mortals pay for what they did."
"System," he commanded, "get me out of this dimension."
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BOOM.
In a flash of red light, Shubhas reappeared in his village. The sky was dark now—8:25 PM.
He teleported directly in front of his house, his cycle beside him. Placing it carefully where it belonged, he stepped up to the door and knocked.
Moments later, the door creaked open—his mother stood there, eyes wide.
Shubhas stepped in silently, his aura cold... and something inside him very different than before.His mother, sensing his unusual presence and the coldness in his demeanor, paused for a moment. A hint of worry flashed across her face as she asked softly,
"Where have you been for so long? Ramesh uncle told me you didn't go to the mill today either. Did they try to bother you again? Tell me the truth… Did someone harass you?"
Shubhas looked at her calmly and replied with a faint smile,
"Mother, you really shouldn't worry so much about me. That Atul doesn't have the status or courage to even touch me. And besides… you'll be receiving some good news tomorrow. So let it go for now and please give me something to eat. I had a few things to take care of today, that's why I couldn't bring the rice."
Hearing this, his mother looked at him suspiciously and asked,
"What kind of work kept you so busy today that you forgot to bring rice from the mill? You're not lying to me, are you? And what is this good news you're talking about? Did you get a job somewhere, my son?"
Shubhas chuckled softly and said,
"No, Mother. Tomorrow morning you'll find out what the good news is. But for now, please serve dinner quickly—I'm really hungry."
After eating, Shubhas went to sleep, and his mother also retired for the night, though a sense of unease lingered in her heart.
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The scene shifts to the morning.
A terrifying piece of news had spread throughout the entire village like wildfire: The eldest son of landlord Udham Thakur—Atul—along with his group of friends, and even his youngest son Etul Thakur, were found dead inside their mansion.
All of them… brutally murdered during the night.
Yet, no one had seen anything. Not a single servant or guard had noticed anyone entering or leaving the house.
As the villagers gathered and whispered among themselves, one of them muttered under his breath,
"Whatever happened… was for the best. That damn landlord tormented our village for years. Finally, he's been repaid for his sins."
The scene fades with the rising sun, casting a golden glow over the stunned village…
And somewhere, hidden in silence, a faint smile formed on someone's lips—calm, cold, and satisfied.