Mukul woke up to the sound of roosters crowing, sunlight streaming through the small window of his room. At ten years old, he carried the wisdom and experience of a forty-year-old man, and every day was a chance to grow stronger. Today, he had a long list of tasks — school in the morning, secret business online, cultivation practice, and helping the villagers improve their lives.
After finishing his breakfast of bread and milk, Mukul walked to the school. Lessons were easy for him now; his photographic memory allowed him to absorb everything instantly. Mathematics, science, literature — nothing was a challenge. Teachers often stared in surprise at how quickly he understood complex ideas. But Mukul paid no attention to praise. He had bigger goals: knowledge, strength, and using his skills to protect those who mattered.
After school, he returned to the village streets to check on his food stall and small projects. His earnings had begun to grow. Online, his various identities — Rian Voss, Ethan Riel, Liora Vale, and Kael Miro — were bringing in small profits. These profits weren't just for him. Mukul had a vision: his village would not remain small and poor.
He visited the fields where farmers struggled under the hot sun. Mukul studied the crops carefully. With his memory of advanced farming techniques from his past life and knowledge of simple mechanical designs, he began making tools that could help the villagers work faster and more efficiently.
He designed simple ploughs with wheels, irrigation systems powered by small pumps, and seed spreaders that saved hours of manual labour. Villagers were amazed. "Where did you learn this, Mukul?" asked an elder.
Mukul smiled. "Just something I remember. Try it — it will make your work easier."
Soon, the crops were healthier, the fields were better irrigated, and the harvest grew larger. Farmers earned more money, and the village began to prosper. Mukul didn't take credit; he worked quietly, teaching others how to use the tools and improve techniques. Slowly, the villagers began to respect him, not as a child, but as someone they could rely on — someone who cared for their future.
With extra profits from his online business, Mukul reinvested in the village. He bought seeds, repaired broken roofs, and even started a small school library with books for children. Slowly, the village became a place where people could live comfortably, and Mukul became like family to everyone.
At the same time, he continued his cultivation practice. Meditation and energy control sharpened his body and mind. One morning, after weeks of focus, Mukul felt something new — a surge of insight, a connection with the hidden patterns of the world. The path of knowledge had opened to him.
With this awakening, Mukul learned the secrets of medicine. He practised acupuncture techniques and herbal remedies, healing villagers of ailments that had troubled them for years. People began coming to him for help, trusting his skill even though he was only a child.
But medicine was not the only secret he discovered. Divination techniques appeared before him, guiding him to sense danger, opportunities, and hidden truths. He could read signs in nature, understand subtle patterns in people's behaviour, and even anticipate problems before they occurred.
One evening, while practising a new technique in his small room, Mukul felt a change in his vision. Opening his eyes, he could see clearly through objects — the structure of a locked chest, the layers of a wall, the hidden details in a person's body. The villagers would later call it miraculous, but Mukul knew it was the result of his cultivation and intense focus.
Balancing all this — school, cultivation, businesses, and helping the village — was not easy, but Mukul had learned from his last life that discipline and planning were everything. He carefully scheduled his days, waking before sunrise, studying and training during the day, working after school, and practising cultivation late into the night.
Even in moments of fatigue, Mukul smiled. He remembered the promise he had whispered to himself when he was reborn: to find his family, protect his friends and disciples, and build a life that could withstand any betrayal. Every day in the village, every tool he made, every patient he healed, every online profit he invested — it was all a step toward that goal.
By the end of the season, the village had changed completely. Crops flourished, families earned enough to live comfortably, and the streets were alive with activity and laughter. Villagers no longer saw Mukul as just a child; they saw a leader, a protector, a young genius whose heart was larger than most adults.
One night, as Mukul practised his cultivation under the moonlight, he whispered to himself, "I will grow stronger. I will master all these secrets — medicine, divination, knowledge, cultivation. And one day, I will find my family, protect them, and make sure no one can hurt the people I care about again."
The wind rustled through the trees, carrying the quiet energy of the village and the promise of future power. Mukul felt the pulse of life around him — the path ahead was long, but every step he took made him stronger, smarter, and more prepared for the challenges that would come.
At ten years old, he was just a boy to the world. But inside, he was already the Mukul Desai who had lived, lost, and would rise again.