The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and quiet despair.
White walls… blinking monitors… a coldness that clung to the chest like frost.
A heartbeat monitor beeped softly beside the bed—
slow… steady… almost as if counting down to something inevitable.
Shaurya lay there, a pale shadow of the boy he once was.
Stage four cancer had eaten through everything—
his strength, his weight, even the spark in his eyes.
The doctor stood stiffly at the foot of the bed, voice low and careful.
"…There's not much time left."
The words hung in the sterile air.
Heavy. Final.
Shaurya did not cry.
He did not scream.
He simply blinked and continued staring at the ceiling.
Not because he had given up.
…but because he had understood.
A long silence settled—
the kind that stretched thinner and thinner, until it felt like it might break.
Then Shaurya exhaled softly and nodded.
That night—
against medical advice, against the weakness gnawing at his bones—
he left the hospital.
His legs shook.
His breath trembled.
But his will carried him forward.
He traveled toward the mountains.
Where the city lights faded…
Where the world grew quiet…
Where the sky opened wide like a blue ocean without end.
And there—
carved into the cliffs like a memory from another age—
stood a massive temple of Lord Vishnu.
Ancient stone.
Golden spires.
Wind chimes that whispered like distant hymns.
Inside, the air felt sacred.
Still.
Alive.
The giant idol of Lord Vishnu sat at the center, radiant even in the dim light—
blue-skinned, serene-eyed, seated upon the coiled Sheshnaag.
A presence that felt infinite.
Shaurya fell to his knees.
His breathing was shallow.
His heartbeat faint.
But his eyes… his eyes carried peace he hadn't felt in years.
"My Lord…"
his voice cracked, frail yet sincere.
"I'll be coming to You soon."
He crossed his legs.
Folded his palms.
Closed his eyes.
And began to chant.
"Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya…"
Again.
"Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya…"
Minutes passed.
Then hours.
Then the day itself faded.
His voice weakened.
His body trembled.
But the mantra never stopped.
Not until—
It did.
His head gently lowered.
A soft smile rested on his lips.
Shaurya's final breath slipped into the silent temple.
And for a heartbeat—
nothing moved.
Then—
Light.
A soft, golden radiance began to rise from his chest, enveloping his body.
His soul gently separated from the vessel of flesh—
glowing, weightless, unburdened.
And the world around him melted into brilliance.
The darkness didn't just fade; it was washed away by a living radiance.
Shaurya found himself standing on the banks of a cosmic river.
The water didn't flow; it shimmered, a current of liquid diamond reflecting nebulas that danced in a sky without a sun.
Across the expanse lay Vaikuntha.
It was a realm of impossible majesty that defied mortal comprehension.
To a modern eye, it looked like a galaxy-spanning city built by gods.
Countless floating islands drifted on clouds of golden dust, connected by bridges of solidified light.
Upon them rose towering spires carved not from stone, but from colossal gemstones—emeralds, rubies, and sapphires—that pulsed with internal energy, casting no shadows.
Massive, celestial trees, far grander than Earth's ancient redwoods, swayed in a breeze thickened with the scent of divine sandalwood and jasmine.
Their leaves weren't green, but spun silver and gold, chiming like delicate bells with every rustle.
In the distance, Shaurya saw movement. Radiant aerial vehicles, like palatial chariots made of lapis lazuli, soared between the jeweled towers.
The beings aboard them glowed with a soft blue brilliance, and as one flew closer, Shaurya gasped.
The figure possessed four arms—a reflection of the Lord they served—and existed in a state of pure, unadulterated bliss.
This was not merely heaven. It was a dimension where time had no teeth, a place utterly untouched by decay, anxiety, or death.
Shaurya's soul vibrated. The sheer weight of the divinity around him forced him to his knees.
He was in Vaikuntha.
The eternal abode of Lord Vishnu.
Shaurya's soul floated peacefully in the divine space when the atmosphere suddenly shifted.
The air grew heavy, charged with a power so immense that the surrounding lotuses bowed in reverence.
A sound echoed from everywhere and nowhere—deep, resonant, and primal. It was the sound of a great conch shell, vibrating through the very fabric of Shaurya's soul, washing away the last remnants of his mortal fear.
Then, the light intensified.
It wasn't blinding; it was welcoming. From the heart of that brilliance, a form descended.
He did not walk; He existed above the ground, resting upon the coils of the infinite serpent, Sheshnaag.
The figure was towering, His complexion the color of a rain-laden storm cloud—a deep, mesmerising blue that seemed to hold the depth of all oceans.
He was draped in robes of silk as yellow as lightning (Peetambara), which contrasted perfectly against his dark skin.
On His chest rested the Kaustubha gem, glowing like a captured star, and around His neck hung a garland of unfading wildflowers that reached down to his knees.
But it was the four arms that commanded absolute awe.
In one hand, He held the Panchajanya Conch, the origin of all sound.
In another, the Sudarshana Chakra, a spinning disc of cosmic fire representing the wheel of time.
In the third, the Kaumodaki Mace, heavy with the power to crush universes.
And in the fourth, a Lotus, the symbol of eternal purity.
Lord Vishnu looked down at Shaurya. His eyes were shaped like lotus petals, reddish at the corners, filled not with the judgment of a king, but with the affection of a parent.
He smiled.
It was a smile that could end wars, a smile that told Shaurya that every moment of suffering in his cancer ward had led to this exact second.
Shaurya's soul trembled.
He fell to his knees instantly, tears streaming from eyes he no longer physically had.
"Narayana…!" he cried.
"I… I don't deserve this…"
The Lord smiled gently and raised his palm in blessing.
"Tathastu."
The single word resonated like creation itself.
A stream of golden divine energy shot toward Shaurya from Shree Vishnu's Palm.
> [Divine Sect System Binding…]
Soul Compatibility: 100%
Dharma Resonance Achieved.
Shaurya watched, stunned, as golden light wrapped around him.
Suddenly—
The floor of Vaikuntha cracked beneath him.
Light swallowed his form—
And he began to fall.
> Body not detected… Initiating divine reconstruction.
Generating immortal body…
Enhancing meridians…
Optimizing spiritual veins…
Replicating Earth physique with divine attributes…
Golden runes spiraled around his soul—
carving, weaving, shaping a new vessel.
Bones formed—
stronger than celestial iron.
Veins formed—
wide, deep, overflowing with spiritual potential.
Skin formed—
smooth, vibrant, untouched by illness or sorrow.
A new body.
A divine body.
> Reconstruction complete.
Shaurya screamed—
not in pain,
but because the new strength surging into him was too vast, too intense.
Then—
Silence.
Wind brushed his skin.
Grass tickled his palms.
Warm sunlight kissed his face.
Shaurya opened his eyes.
He lay on a grassy hill beneath a blazing sun, surrounded by towering trees and vibrant plants he had never seen before.
The world felt alive.
Rich.
Heavy with energy.
He sat up, confused.
"Where… am I?"
A glowing golden panel materialized in front of him.
Floating.
Alive.
> Welcome, Host.
You have been reincarnated into a world of cultivation.
I am your Divine Sect System — your Golden Finger.
This is your new beginning.
Shaurya stared.
Speechless.
Breathless.
The panel expanded.
> System Status:
Sect Name: Sanatan Flame Sect
Currency: Dharma Points (DP)
> Unlocked Features:
Mission Panel
System Shop
> Locked Features:
Divine Weapon Vault
Sect Construction
Discipleship Hall
Illusion Training Realm
Scripture Library
(Unlock by raising Sect Level)
A second window opened—
> Mission Types:
Daily Mission: Chant Mantras (e.g., Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya ×108) — Reward: +5 DP
Normal Mission: Meditate for 2 hours — Reward: +10 DP
Elite Mission: Defeat evil cultivator — Reward: +50 DP
Unique Mission: Save a life / Purify evil — Reward: +100 DP
Legendary Mission: Awaken divine relic / Slay ancient evil — Reward: +500 DP
Another window pulsed.
> Cultivation Levels Unlocked:
1. Qi Initiate
2. Qi Refiner
3. Foundation Builder
4. Core Condensation
5. Golden Vein
6. Nascent Soul
7. Spirit Lord
8. Void Walker
9. Nirvana Realm
10. Immortal Realm
> Note:
Unlike others, you do not need decades of cultivation.
Dharma Points = Instant Level-Up.
Shaurya felt his heartbeat accelerate.
His chest tightened—not with fear, but joy.
"I don't have to lie in a hospital…
I don't have to wait for death…
I don't have to spend centuries cultivating…"
He clenched his fists.
"This—
THIS is my second chance."
He looked up at the sky, eyes shining.
"Thank you… Lord Narayan.
I swear—I will not waste this life."
The system chimed again.
> [New Mission Available!]
Mission: Accept your first disciple.
Reward: Unlock Main Sect Hall + 1 Divine Spin.
Do you accept?
Shaurya grinned.
"A disciple, huh?"
Wind swirled around him.
His new life—
his destiny—
began now.
"Accept."
To Be Continued…