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Shiva jerked awake from his dream the moment he heard his name being called. His body was tense and covered in sweat.
He sat up cross-legged.
When he looked out the window, he saw Ansh, Kavi, and Siya standing outside, waiting for him.
Ansh waved and called out,
"Shiva, are you up? Come on, let's go!"
Shubhu nodded, trying to leave the past behind. He got ready quickly, came downstairs, and joined them. Together, they headed back toward the dungeon.
On the way, Ansh asked,
"So, how are you feeling now?"
Shiva replied,
"I'm fine. What about you?"
Ansh laughed,
"I'm great! Why would anything happen to me? And listen… Siya has asked about you at least twenty times. She's been bothering us since morning, wanting to meet you."
Siya cut him off abruptly,
"You idiot, Ansh! Get lost! And stop bothering Shiva!"
Then she turned to Shiva,
"Shiva, tell me something. You said you were the heir of a low-tier 'God of Dust'… but it looked like you were using more than just dust. And what was that power you used for the final strike on Karan? What abilities do you actually have?"
Shubhu smiled faintly,
"As you already know, most god-heirs have the primary power of their deity. For example, you—since you're the heir of a fire-type god, you use fire powers.
But if you think carefully, fire is incomplete without air. That means fire is actually made of two elements—fire and wind.
So if you try, you might be able to use wind magic too. And even nullify others' fire abilities."
Siya was stunned,
"That's incredible information!"
Ansh said,
"Why does all of this sound like science to me?"
Kavi then asked,
"Shiva, how do you know all this?"
Shiva answered,
"The god whose power I inherited was an earth-type. So along with the abilities, I received some knowledge as well."
Siya continued,
"So how many types of powers can you use?"
Shiva replied,
"I'm not extremely powerful, but I can imitate most low-tier abilities to some extent. Like—fire, water, wind, earth, light, and dark."
Siya exclaimed,
"You're amazing!"
They kept walking while talking, but Shiva's mind drifted back to the memories of the previous night.
He remembered—after returning to his room, he had spoken to the spirits.
The spirits had told him that after the battle with Karan, they had evolved, gaining elemental powers such as fire, water, earth, and darkness. Because of this, Shiva had realized he could now use their abilities far more effectively.
When he asked which power had appeared during the final attack on Karan,
the spirits answered—
"We don't know. That power is beyond our understanding. Perhaps it was one of your own abilities, one that hasn't awakened yet."
With that thought, Shiva had fallen asleep.
Suddenly, Siya said,
"Look, we're here!"
Shiva looked ahead—they were once again standing at the dungeon's entrance, but this time with far more excitement and joy
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They entered the boss room—the same one they couldn't reach yesterday because of Karan.
Kavi pointed toward the massive, red-furred bear-like creature standing ahead and said,
"Shiva, since this is your first time, let me explain—this is the Red-Band Bear. Its power lies in the fact that it keeps getting stronger until you destroy the bloodstone hidden within its red hand."
Shiva asked,
"If we destroy its bloodstone, it will be loss, right?"
Siya replied,
"No. On the contrary, the treasure chest we get afterward will contain even more valuable items."
Shiva nodded seriously.
"Alright… but why hasn't the boss attacked us yet, even though we're already inside its chamber?"
Siya pointed at the red markings on the floor.
"As long as no one crosses this red line, the boss remains in its slumber mode."
"I see…" Shiva said with a nod.
Kavi then briefed everyone on their positions.
"Ansh will take the front and handle defense.
Siya will stay in the center for magic support.
I'll lead the attack.
Shiva, you'll be on support duty, okay?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Ansh immediately conjured a water shield.
Siya began forming her magic circle.
Kavi took his battle stance, ready to attack.
As soon as they crossed the red line, the boss zone activated instantly.
Kavi summoned his knives and muttered nervously,
"Look at this thing… the bear's about fifteen meters tall and several feet wide and his fierce roar."
When it stood upright, it towered over the six-foot-tall Kavi—like a giant wall looming over a child trying to push it.
But the moment Kavi activated his god powers, his speed shot to an entirely new level.
Every strike pushed the boss back with increasing force.
After about five minutes of intense fighting, Kavi shouted,
"Siya! Now!"
Ansh redirected his barrier from Kavi's raised hands to wrap around his entire body.
At the same time, all of Siya's fire power condensed between Kavi's hands, transforming into a twenty-meter flaming blade.
With a single, devastating strike, the boss monster was split clean in two.
Shiva was stunned watching it all.
"You guys are incredible!"
Soaked in sweat, Kavi yelled,
"Shiva! Quickly—destroy the bloodstone before it resurrects!"
Shiva rushed toward the boss's severed arm, pulled the dagger from his belt, and was about to strike the red hand when—
the first spirit, Michael, spoke inside his mind.
"King, just touch the stone. There's no need to destroy it. Leave the rest to us."
Shiva didn't fully understand, but he obeyed.
As soon as his dagger touched the bloodstone, Michael pulled it into the Spirit Realm—
and the boss monster turned to dust and vanished.
While the others collapsed to the ground, panting heavily,
Shiva, trembling slightly, took out a mana potion from his pocket and offered it to them.
He feared they might misunderstand him like Karan.
But Siya was the first to take the bottle, gulping it down in one go.
Ansh and Kavi followed, finishing it completely.
"Thanks, Shiva," they said.
Shiva looked surprised.
"You… drank it? Just like that?"
Siya smiled.
"Yesterday, you were the one who saved us.
And you're our friend.
You're not alone anymore."
Those words pierced right into Shiva's heart.
They were exactly what he needed to hear.
Tears welled up in his eyes, streaming down his cheeks.
Seeing him cry, Siya stood up and hugged him tightly.
Ansh and Kavi walked over, gently patting his shoulders.
"Shiva, it doesn't matter whether you were alone before or not.
Because now, we're with you.
From now on, we're family."
Shiva broke down completely, crying harder this time.
After a long while, he finally calmed down.
They gathered all the treasure and returned to the guild.
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⭐ Satya's Arrival and the Duel Proposal
The guild was buzzing with excitement.
Shiva noticed Satya walking toward him with a broad smile.
"Shiva! How are you?" Satya said, patting his back.
"Everywhere I go, people are talking about how you defeated that evil! You're the talk of the guild. How about a friendly duel?"
Shiva was about to refuse—he wasn't in the mood to fight after everything that had happened last night.
But then, the spirit of knowledge, Michael, whispered in his mind:
"King, accept the duel.
Satya is a high-tier god heir.
Fighting him could awaken your dormant powers—
especially those linked to the God of Destruction, Shiva."
After a brief hesitation, Shiva nodded.
Satya's grin widened.
Within minutes, the news spread across the entire guild—
"Tomorrow morning at 8, a duel between Shiva and the mid-tier god heir, Satya!"
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⭐ The Spirit Realm, Bloodstones, and Hidden Truths
That night, Shiva returned to his inn and summoned Michael.
"Why did you ask for the bloodstone today?" he questioned.
Michael replied,
"Because by absorbing its energy, we can enhance our powers to the next level."
Shiva frowned.
"If that's the case, why don't you ask for more bloodstones?"
Michael answered,
"Only boss-level bloodstones are useful.
The rest are just ordinary stones with no real energy."
A moment later, Michael continued,
"We've started forming our own clans in the Spirit Realm now—Fire, Water, Wind, and many others.
As we learn more abilities, you too will grow stronger.
But there's a drawback—
Your current body is only as strong as a mid-tier god heir.
You can only handle about 5% of our total power for now."
Shiva was stunned.
"If I could harness your full power… just how strong would I become?"
Michael's voice was calm.
"King, there are countless spirits in the Spirit Realm—
each one stronger than most low-tier heirs, and some even rivaling high-tier gods.
But as I said, your body isn't ready yet.
You must first strengthen yourself."
Shiva listened silently for a while, then finally drifted off to sleep.
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⭐ The Next Morning — Shiva vs. Satya
When Shiva arrived at the arena the next morning, the guild was packed with onlookers.
Guild assistant Rekha stepped forward and announced,
"Before we begin, remember—this is a friendly match.
The goal is to help both participants understand each other's powers.
Satya and Shiva, are you ready?"
Both nodded.
"Begin!" Rekha declared.
Satya wasted no time.
He summoned his power, channeling the energy of the earth into a massive punch.
The ground beneath his feet cracked as he lunged toward Shiva.
The punch was strong enough to obliterate anything in its path.
Shiva immediately called upon the wind spirit, Kartik, from the Wind Clan.
Kartik unleashed a barrage of razor-sharp wind blades,
but they shattered the moment they clashed with Satya's raw strength.
The punch continued toward Shiva.
At the last moment, Kartik shifted Shiva aside,
and the ground exploded where the blow landed, leaving behind a huge crater.
Satya smirked.
"You're fast… but how long can you keep dodging?"
He leaped high into the air, descending with the force of a mountain.
Shiva quickly conjured a shield of swirling wind,
which held for a second before shattering under the impact.
He rolled away just in time as the arena trembled violently.
Grinding his teeth, Shiva made up his mind—
"It's time to combine my powers."
He summoned both Kartik from the Wind Clan and Dhara from the Earth Clan,
raising a massive tornado filled with debris and stones.
The roaring storm surged toward Satya.
But Satya didn't flinch.
He punched the tornado with full force, shattering it apart.
The debris scattered across the arena.
The crowd gasped in disbelief.
"That won't be enough!" Satya roared.
He summoned his trident—
a divine weapon forged of pure light and aura.
The trident gleamed with radiant energy as he hurled it straight toward Shiva.
Sensing the overwhelming power, Shiva gathered every bit of strength he had left.
He called upon all the elements—wind, water, earth, and fire.
The spirits swirled around him as he conjured blades, barriers, and earthen walls—
but the trident sliced through everything like a knife through butter.
Just as it was about to pierce him, Satya suddenly stopped.
With a wave of his hand, the trident vanished.
He walked up to Shiva, smiling.
"Shiva, I must admit—you're far stronger than I expected.
A low-tier heir shouldn't have lasted this long against me.
How about we call it a draw?"
Panting heavily, Shiva nodded in relief.
His body ached all over, but he was grateful the battle had ended.
The crowd erupted in cheers—
"Shiva! Shiva! Shiva!"
Satya laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Let's have a party tonight—to celebrate this fight and our new friendship. What do you say?"
Shiva smiled.
The battle had ended well.
He had earned not only Satya's respect but the admiration of the entire guild.
And more importantly—
with every challenge, he was getting closer to discovering who he truly was…
and what he was destined to become.
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