《Realm of the Eternal War》 Chapter 1: The Realm of Powers In the World of Ages, three realms exist¡ªHeaven, Hell, and the Mortal Realm¡ªeach inhabited by unique beings of unimaginable power. At the top of the hierarchy stand the Gods and Demons, two factions with opposing desires. The Gods, rulers of the Heavens, maintain balance and harmony throughout the universe. Their divine strength shapes the very fabric of the cosmos, ensuring that order prevails across all realms. The Demons, on the other hand, rule over the chaotic and fiery realm of Hell. Driven by an insatiable thirst for power, they see conquering the Mortal Realm as the key to controlling all existence. To the Demons, the Mortal Realm is a stepping stone, a vital foothold that will lead to their ultimate goal: the domination of Heaven and all creation. Every hundred years, a great war erupts between the Gods and the Demons, shaking the very foundations of existence. During this time, the mysterious Realm of Death, also known as the Wasteland, opens¡ªa desolate expanse that exists outside the three primary realms. It is here that the most powerful of the Gods, the God of Creation, and the ruler of the Demons, the Demon Lord, clash in battle. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. No one knows the true reason behind this cycle of conflict. Neither the Gods nor the Demons fully understand why this battle occurs every century, nor why they suffer immense losses in its aftermath. Yet, they are compelled to fight, as though bound by an ancient, unspoken law. The war rages without cease until one side is utterly annihilated. For the Demons, victory means proving their superiority over the Gods, fueling their ambition to conquer all the realms. Every war strengthens their resolve, even as it weakens their forces. They see the battle as a test, a necessary step to claim dominance over existence. At the war¡¯s conclusion, both sides choose new leaders and generals, ensuring the cycle begins anew. A new God of Creation, a new Demon Lord, nine new generals, and their armies rise to take the place of those who fell, preparing for the inevitable battle in the next century. Despite the immense cost, the Gods and Demons remain locked in this eternal struggle, their motives shrouded in mystery, their destinies intertwined. Chapter 2: The 217th Era In the 217th era of the Mortal Realm, the stage is set for the 217th war between Heaven and Hell. This war promises to be unlike any before it, for the most powerful beings ever to exist now stand at the helm of their armies. The God of Creation, Rajendra, embodies unparalleled might and wisdom. His essence resonates with the life force of the cosmos, making him a living avatar of creation itself. His gaze commands respect, his every word carries weight, and his presence exudes an aura of balance and stability. Rajendra is not just a leader but the cornerstone of the Gods¡¯ strength, uniting them with an unyielding resolve. His mastery of creation is limitless, capable of shaping reality to his will, ensuring that the forces of Heaven remain steadfast under his command. On the other side looms the Demon Queen, Chandika, the first and most fearsome of her kind. Her dominion over the destructive forces of death is absolute, matched only by her unparalleled beauty. Chandika¡¯s elegance is as mesmerizing as her power, her every move radiating an aura of danger and allure. She does not merely seek victory; she seeks to rewrite the order of the realms, proving Hell¡¯s supremacy over Heaven and the Mortal Realm alike. Her power is a storm of chaos, her presence commanding even the fiercest of her generals. As the Realm of Death opens¡ªa dimension shrouded in desolation and untouched by time¡ªit becomes the battlefield for this epoch-defining clash. The armies of Heaven and Hell march into its endless expanse, their leaders towering above them as symbols of ultimate might and purpose. The Mortal Realm holds its breath, aware that the outcome of this war will shape the future of all realms, tilting the scales toward either balance or chaos. Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. This is no ordinary war¡ªit is a test of supremacy, a battle between creation and destruction, where the strongest deities in existence will determine the fate of all. As both sides'' forces enter the Realm of Death, the clash of their fearsome auras sends ripples through the fabric of existence. Life and death collide with an intensity that shakes the very foundations of the realms. The gods'' light, radiant with creation and vitality, battles against the consuming darkness of the demons, whose aura exudes pure destruction. The forces of Heaven and Hell, though separated by their essence, meet in the Realm of Death with a power that threatens to tear the veil between dimensions apart. With each step, the very air trembles, the ground quakes beneath their feet, and the fabric of the Mortal Realm, as well as Heaven and Hell, starts to sever under the immense pressure of this celestial battle. Reality itself seems to bend, as if unable to withstand the unrelenting pull of creation and destruction. The clash of their powers is so intense that echoes of it reverberate across the realms, warning of the chaos to come. Every moment spent in the Realm of Death tightens the grip of conflict, and the balance of the three realms begins to hang by a thread. In this chaotic battlefield, it is not just the armies that will be tested, but the very essence of existence itself. The outcome of this war will reshape all of creation, for the power unleashed here is unlike anything the realms have ever known. Chapter 3: The First Clash Rajendra and Chandika stood at the heart of the desolate Realm of Death, a place unlike any other. The eerie silence was broken only by the whisper of the wind, carrying the weight of countless battles fought across centuries. Everywhere they looked, lifeless bodies lay scattered¡ªwarriors from past wars¡ªpreserved as if frozen in time. The absence of decomposition, stench, or decay hinted at the realm¡¯s unnatural state. Both leaders quickly deduced that this was a realm devoid of life; even microorganisms could not survive here. The tension between the two leaders was palpable, as if the realm itself braced for their imminent clash. Neither spoke, their eyes locked, understanding that this war would not be decided by armies alone but by their own wills. For a moment, Rajendra¡¯s gaze lingered on the expanse of the battlefield and then on Chandika. Despite the grim setting, a strange and unexplainable feeling welled up in his heart¡ªa sense of calm, almost admiration. He couldn''t understand it, but it brought a faint smile to his lips. Chandika¡¯s eyes narrowed at the sight of his smile, her annoyance flaring. She stepped forward, her aura crackling with hostility, and demanded, "Why are you smiling? Are you looking down on me?" Rajendra, unfazed by her anger, interrupted calmly, his voice steady but laced with confidence. "No, I¡¯m not just looking down on you," he said, a subtle challenge in his tone. "Your entire army is far too weak in front of me." Her expression darkened as fury sparked in her eyes. She took another step forward, her power radiating like a storm about to break. "Weak?" she spat, her voice a mixture of scorn and determination. "I will bury you and your army in this cursed ground. But first," she added, a sinister smile curling her lips, "I¡¯ll beat you until you beg for mercy. Then, only then, I¡¯ll bury you alive." The air grew thick with the clash of their opposing auras¡ªlife and death colliding in a primal struggle for dominance. The ground beneath them seemed to tremble, and the lifeless bodies surrounding them bore silent witness to the first words exchanged in a war destined to reshape the realms. The battlefield fell silent for a moment as the two leaders ordered their armies to attack. Both armies surged forward, clashing with an intensity that sent shockwaves through the desolate realm. The roar of battle filled the air, and the clash of weapons echoed across the expanse. Rajendra and Chandika, however, remained still, their eyes locked on each other, waiting. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. The battle continued to rage below, its intensity unwavering, as hours turned to days. Rajendra and Chandika stood untouched amidst the chaos, their unwavering presence an unspoken command to their armies. The clash of weapons, the shouts of the warriors, the screams of pain¡ªthese sounds had become background noise to the two powerful beings, who seemed unaffected by the battle unfolding at their feet. Days stretched into weeks. Each day, the battle seemed to grow in ferocity, yet neither side managed to break through the other. The armies fought tirelessly, but the stalemate persisted. Rajendra and Chandika, however, grew more distant¡ªnot in a physical sense, but in their growing disinterest in the endless cycle of combat below them. The tension in the air was still thick, but the excitement that once fueled them both had started to wane. There were moments when they exchanged fleeting glances, yet their eyes remained focused on the endless struggle beneath them. It was as if the fight had lost its meaning, no longer a test of strength but a monotonous routine. The anticipation that once filled them had given way to weariness, and each passing day seemed more tiresome than the last. The weeks blended into months. The battlefield below them continued to echo with violence, but Rajendra and Chandika had grown numb to the sounds of war. Each hour felt the same, and even their once-dominant auras seemed to lose their intensity. The air was heavy, not with anticipation or power, but with the weight of endless repetition. By the second month, the weight of the stalemate had grown unbearable. Both leaders stood motionless, their eyes never leaving the battlefield, but the fire that once burned within them seemed to have cooled. The constant clash of armies had become a monotonous hum in the background, and there was little joy in the battle anymore. Their eyes, which once burned with the need for dominance, now felt hollow¡ªwaiting, watching, but not truly living the fight. And then, as the second month turned into the third, the irritation of endless waiting grew. Rajendra could feel his patience thinning, but there was still no sign of change. He would glance at Chandika, and though their eyes met, there was no longer that spark of rivalry. Instead, a strange tension lingered in the air¡ªsomething almost unspoken, something more than the desire to win, but Rajendra couldn¡¯t put it into words. By the seventh month, even the aura of power around them seemed to lose its vibrancy. Rajendra, still unmoving, began to feel something unexpected stirring within him¡ªa feeling he couldn¡¯t name. It was an odd pull whenever his gaze met Chandika''s. It wasn¡¯t rivalry, nor was it disdain. Instead, there was an unrecognized connection, a deeper understanding that grew stronger with each passing moment. The soldiers continued their endless fight, unaware of the subtle shift above them. Rajendra stood, observing, but a strange, unfamiliar sensation grew within him¡ªan emotion that neither sought nor expected. It lingered in the space between him and Chandika, undeniable yet still unexplained. This feeling, though foreign, became impossible to ignore, its presence growing with each passing hour. Chapter 4: Clash of Auras Then, as if the universe itself couldn¡¯t bear the stillness any longer, Rajendra and Chandika finally stepped into the heart of the battlefield. Their auras collided like two forces of nature, creating a shockwave that rippled through every realm. The clash of their powers resonated like a deafening roar, heard by all who stood within reach, and those across distant lands felt the tremor in the fabric of existence. Every warrior, every being in every realm, felt the weight of their power. It wasn¡¯t just felt¡ªit was feared. The ground beneath their feet shook as Rajendra and Chandika faced each other, their power so immense that even the very air seemed to tremble with the anticipation of their clash. It had been the 10th month since the war began. Both sides had fought relentlessly, armies worn down, some wiped off the map, and many lives had been lost. The battlefield was chaotic, and the soldiers were fatigued. Only Rajendra and Chandika remained, the last standing forces of their respective armies, each one determined to settle the war once and for all. With a growl of frustration, Chandika charged again. Her sword crackled with dark energy as she launched herself at Rajendra, determined to force him into a fight. The air around her seemed to distort, bending under the weight of her power. Rajendra raised his defenses once more, his body bruised but unyielding. The clash between them intensified, but still, Rajendra did not strike back. Instead, every strike he blocked seemed more like a reluctant defense against a force he could not bring himself to fully confront. Despite his resilience, there was a hesitation in his stance. Rajendra wasn¡¯t attacking. He was defending, and this frustrated Chandika. Her strikes came faster, harder, but Rajendra¡¯s calm gaze never wavered. As their auras clashed, something stirred in Chandika. She couldn¡¯t place it, but it felt strangely familiar. It was as though she, too, was sensing something in Rajendra¡¯s resolve, something that mirrored her own. The sensation lingered, but she tried to push it aside, focusing solely on the battle. ¡°Why aren¡¯t you fighting back, Rajendra?¡± she taunted, her voice filled with anger. ¡°Are you looking down on me? Why won¡¯t you attack?¡± Rajendra¡¯s gaze remained steady, unwavering. ¡°I¡¯m not looking down on you,¡± he said quietly, his voice steady but filled with a quiet strength. ¡°I simply don¡¯t want to hurt you.¡± Her eyes flashed with fury at his response. ¡°You think you can stop me from defeating you by just defending? Stop pretending and fight properly!¡± With a roar, she charged again, her sword crackling with dark energy. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. The fight stretched on for days, their auras creating ripples across the realms. Neither side would yield, the tension between them growing stronger with each passing moment. Rajendra and Chandika, though locked in a fierce struggle, were now facing a more profound conflict¡ªone that had little to do with their armies and everything to do with their own hearts. As time passed, the energy in the air shifted. The cracks in their defenses were no longer caused by physical strikes, but by the emotional and spiritual tension between them. Rajendra began to sense the growing struggle in Chandika, the same hesitance that lingered in him, a reluctance neither could explain but both could feel. And then, on the ninth day, it happened. Rajendra, his body bruised and battered, stopped once again. His sword fell to the ground, and for the first time, he let out a heavy sigh. He didn¡¯t look at her immediately; his gaze was focused on the ground beneath him, his heart heavy with an emotion he had long suppressed. ¡°Can¡¯t we just stop?¡± he asked, his voice low but sincere, carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken words. Chandika paused mid-swing, her sword still raised but her hands trembling. She had been so determined to win¡ªso consumed by her need for supremacy¡ªthat she hadn¡¯t even realized how exhausted she had become. She had pushed herself to the brink, but now, in the face of Rajendra¡¯s question, she felt an unfamiliar sense of vulnerability. ¡°I... I can¡¯t,¡± she muttered, though she could feel the emotion stirring within her. The energy between them, once so intense, now felt like an unseen force pulling them together. Rajendra looked up, his eyes filled with something she couldn¡¯t quite decipher. ¡°Why are we still fighting?¡± he asked softly, the question hanging in the air between them. Chandika¡¯s grip tightened on her sword, but her voice faltered. ¡°For supremacy,¡± she replied, though the words felt hollow even to her own ears. She didn¡¯t know why anymore. What was the point of all this destruction? What had they truly gained from it? Rajendra stepped closer to her, his voice filled with a quiet plea. ¡°What will you do with that supremacy?¡± he asked. Chandika didn¡¯t answer immediately. Her heart raced, and she realized she didn¡¯t have an answer. She had fought for so long, but now, facing Rajendra¡¯s gaze, the reasons seemed meaningless. ¡°I... I don¡¯t care,¡± she whispered, her voice trembling. ¡°But I will defeat you.¡± Without thinking, Rajendra moved forward and took her hands in his. ¡°I don¡¯t want to hurt you, Chandika,¡± he said, his voice almost breaking. ¡°I want to protect you. I want you to be with me, forever.¡± For a long moment, there was silence. Then, to his surprise, Chandika didn¡¯t pull away. Instead, she hesitated, and then slowly, she wrapped her arms around him, her chest heavy with the weight of her emotions. ¡°I... I don¡¯t know what to feel,¡± she whispered. Rajendra held her close, his voice calm and full of emotion. ¡°I love you, Chandika,¡± he said, his words filled with more than just love. They were an admission, a truth he could no longer deny. Chandika¡¯s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, the war, the chaos, and the destruction all seemed to fade into nothingness. ¡°I love you too,¡± she whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with a truth that both of them now understood. And for the first time in months, the battlefield fell silent. The storm had passed, and in its place, a new beginning began to emerge. Chapter 5: Reflections Amidst Ruins Rajendra stood amidst the vast expanse of the battlefield, his gaze heavy as he surveyed the endless stretch of lifeless bodies. His armor bore the scars of a war that seemed eternal, but his eyes reflected something deeper¡ªweariness, sorrow, and defiance. He exhaled deeply, his voice resonating with the weight of centuries of conflict. ¡°See this realm, Chandika. Everywhere you look, there are dead bodies. Centuries ago, this place was drenched in blood, and nothing has changed since. This ground demands its fill of life¡ªover and over. Look around you. Every corner of this cursed land is littered with bodies robbed of their life force.¡± Chandika, standing a few steps away, was silent for a moment. The winds carried the stench of death, a grim testament to their endless battle. Her dark, piercing eyes scanned the desolate field, and she shuddered. ¡°This place¡­¡± she began, her voice quiet but trembling with emotion. ¡°It¡¯s worse than hell. At least in hell, there¡¯s a reason for the suffering. Here, we¡¯re just thrown into this endless cycle of fighting and dying. Why do we fight, Rajendra? What¡¯s the point?¡± Rajendra turned to face her, his expression somber yet resolute. ¡°I don¡¯t know either,¡± he admitted, his voice softer now. ¡°But the more I think about it, the more it feels like we¡¯re nothing more than puppets¡ªcontrolled by some higher power. They watch us tear each other apart, reveling in the chaos they¡¯ve created. But no more, Chandika.¡± He took a step toward her, his aura no longer one of defiance, but of determination. ¡°I won¡¯t fight anymore. I refuse to play their game.¡± His eyes softened as they met hers, and his next words carried an emotion that was undeniable, even amidst the ruin around them. ¡°Instead of fighting, I¡¯ll love you. I¡¯ll break free from their cycle and choose something that¡¯s mine¡ªus.¡± Chandika¡¯s expression flickered, her steely resolve giving way to a vulnerability she couldn¡¯t hide. For the first time, the thought of ending this endless battle didn¡¯t feel like weakness¡ªit felt like freedom. ¡°But what are we going to do?¡± Chandika asked, her voice wavering. ¡°Neither of our sides will accept us being together. They¡¯ll probably try to kill us. And I don¡¯t want to kill anymore.¡± Rajendra¡¯s gaze held steady. ¡°No, we¡¯ll try. I¡¯ll go to heaven and speak to my elders about this. They might agree. You go to hell and speak to yours. And if neither side accepts us...¡± He paused, his eyes meeting hers with unwavering resolve. ¡°Then we¡¯ll run away. We¡¯ll meet on Earth, in the mortal realm. There¡¯s only a month left until the gates open again.¡± Chandika considered his words, her heart pounding. The idea of defying everything they¡¯d ever known was terrifying¡ªbut it was also exhilarating. Finally, she nodded. ¡°Alright,¡± she agreed. ¡°But until then, what do we do?¡± Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Rajendra looked around at the desolation surrounding them. ¡°Until then, we¡¯ll bury these bodies,¡± he said solemnly. ¡°The bodies of those who fought in wars past. We¡¯ll give them the funeral they were denied and write a note for those who come after, so they understand the cost of war and never wage it in this realm again.¡± Chandika¡¯s eyes softened as she watched him. ¡°Even here, in this place of death, you find a way to bring peace,¡± she said quietly. Rajendra glanced at her, a faint smile playing on his lips. ¡°It¡¯s not peace for them alone,¡± he replied. ¡°It¡¯s for us too. Let¡¯s honor them, and maybe¡ªjust maybe¡ªwe¡¯ll find the strength to change our destiny.¡± The month passed in tense talks and grueling tasks, and for Rajendra and Chandika, it was a time that would stay with them, etched in their minds till death. When the gate finally opened, Rajendra¡¯s voice was heavy, weighed down by the uncertainty of what lay ahead. ¡°Let¡¯s meet again,¡± he said, his words deliberate, full of quiet intensity. ¡°I hope they all will agree... or we¡¯ll meet on Earth.¡± They exited the realm, each heading toward their respective paths. Rajendra reached heaven, and Chandika reached hell. Their elders, proud of them, said, ¡°You really are impressive. You defeated them¡ªit¡¯s amazing. This time, I thought both sides were going to get wiped away. The fight going on there was so intense that the clashes of weapons could be heard in all realms. The power of your battles was unimaginable¡ªit shook the realms so violently that it resonated across all planes.¡± But as they noticed the downcast faces of Rajendra and Chandika, the elders added, ¡°Don¡¯t be sad. I know you grieve for the army, but you¡¯ve won, and that¡¯s what you should focus on. Their lives have not gone to waste.¡± Both sides¡¯ elders, delighted by the victory, began organizing a grand party. When these plans were revealed, Rajendra and Chandika tried their hardest to speak their truth. Both said, ¡°I have not won, and neither has the other side won.¡± The elders paused, confused and apprehensive, as though sensing something amiss. ¡°What do you mean?¡± they asked. Rajendra and Chandika replied, ¡°No one won. At last, we didn¡¯t fight. And Rajendra and Chandika¡ªwe love each other.¡± The elders, upon hearing this, fell to the ground in shock and fury. In terrifying voices, they declared, ¡°You don¡¯t deserve to live,¡± and commanded everyone to attack Rajendra and Chandika. Both warriors, grievously injured, managed to escape and met on Earth. However, the gods and demons continued to hunt them down. The injuries and curses they bore stripped them of their immortality, reducing them to mere humans¡ªa punishment from both heaven and hell. They were left weak, cursed to live as mortals. But some of their powers remained, allowing them to heal each other and recover enough to ensure they could continue living. To avoid any misunderstanding, they used their remaining strength to heal each other''s wounds completely. Finding refuge, they began a new life in a forest far from human settlements. The forest was teeming with wild beasts, yet these creatures mysteriously refrained from attacking them. Instead, the animals seemed to revere Rajendra and Chandika, treating them as their lords. Occasionally, for essential supplies or to sell goods, the couple ventured into nearby towns and cities, maintaining a fragile connection to the mortal world. A year passed, and Chandika gave birth to a baby boy. They named him Devansura, a name carrying the weight of their dreams and defiance. Chapter 6: The Mortal Realm: The Laws of Energy Earth, a sanctuary in the vast expanse of the mortal realm, became the new home for Rajendra and Chandika. Earth was a world teeming with life, where mana flowed freely everywhere in the mortal realm. It was present in living and non-living entities, unseen but sensed. It was a realm of boundless possibilities and a wonderland for the couple, now living as mortals. In the mortal realm, Earth resides. The mortal realm was abundant in mana. Humans, though weak, could store only a small amount of mana and harness it. Mana is first stored and then utilized. However, there are rare talents among humans who can store a large amount of mana. However, just storing mana cannot make a human powerful. A person needs to be able to utilize the mana stored in their body efficiently to truly become powerful. Mana was prominent in the mortal realm. The forces of life and death that governed heaven and hell were far greater. Life energy, the divine energy of gods, endowed them with their unparalleled strength and immortality. Conversely, death energy, dark and enigmatic, was the source of demonic power. These energies were bound to their respective realms, making the realms themselves unique. Life and death are nothing different; these energies are complicated versions of mana. Life and death are also complicated to use, not like mana, which is easier to store and utilize. But being complicated, these energies provide incomparable effects compared to mana. A being can be powerful but can only contain life, death, or mana¡ªnever all three. These energies cannot coexist in a single body. If anyone using life energy tries to take in death energy, they will explode due to life and death being opposite forces. These forces will collide and fight each other, ultimately resulting in a massive explosion. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. The journey between realms is almost impossible. Heaven, hell, and the mortal realm existed as three distinct dimensions. With the aid of the ancient magic of teleportation, it was possible to travel between these realms. All gods and demons could wield this magic effortlessly. However, only a handful of humans in the entire population possessed the rare ability to even attempt such feats. Those humans who acquired the ancient magic of teleportation typically possessed a large mana pool but were unable to use any other magic apart from this one. Though humans may have a large mana pool, the cost of mana to travel between dimensions is far greater than their mana pool can sustain. Due to this, only gods and demons are able to teleport between dimensions, while humans cannot. Furthermore, humans have never seen gods or demons; they merely hold a belief in their existence. On Earth, mana was the cornerstone of human development. Academies and schools taught the art of harnessing mana¡ªnot merely storing it but utilizing it effectively. From magic and swordsmanship to aura manipulation, these disciplines allowed humans to transcend their natural limitations. Though gods and demons viewed humans as lesser beings, often dismissing them as creatures of fleeting desires, they couldn''t deny the unique determination and creativity that set humanity apart. There is a famous belief on Earth that the potential of a human is determined at birth. A child is born with this potential, and it is said that the gods are the ones who bestow it upon humans. Chapter 7: Devansuras Training: The Path to Mastery Rajendra and Chandika have now fully settled on Earth, having adapted to human life. However, their connection to the human world is only superficial¡ªif they were to disappear, no one would even notice the change. Their child, Devansura, has just turned one year old. Chandika introduced his training, including various techniques that will shape his future. The family resides in the kingdom of Vishwajaya. On Earth, a supercontinent exists, divided into three powerful kingdoms: Vishwajaya, S¨¢lathos, and Anantavasu, alongside several smaller kingdoms scattered across the land. Vishwajaya: Known for its strength, this kingdom is a center of power and military might, with a rich culture of warriors and strategists. S¨¢lathos: A peaceful kingdom, known for its serene beauty and harmony. However, despite its peaceful nature, S¨¢lathos has a military strength that allows it to rival and even, at times, can defeat Vishwajaya in battle. Its people are masters of diplomacy and strategy, often forging alliances to maintain balance. Anantavasu: A prosperous kingdom, blessed with vast riches, rare resources, and powerful trade routes. It is renowned for its ability to produce luxurious goods and is the heart of commerce in the region. The kingdom is ruled by a family that values wealth and influence, sometimes to the detriment of its more peaceful neighbors. Chandika introduced Devansura to various techniques: Muay Thai: Known as the "Art of Eight Limbs," this technique uses punches, kicks, elbows, and knees, helping Devansura build strength, agility, and resilience in close combat. Inferno Fist: A fiery technique that channels intense heat into powerful strikes, allowing Devansura to unleash flames with his fists. Demon Slayer Style: A mystical art that enhances Devansura¡¯s speed and precision, helping him anticipate and strike with deadly accuracy, especially against dark forces. Hellstorm Martial Arts: A style that generates shockwaves with each strike, allowing Devansura to create devastating energy bursts to overwhelm his opponents. Chandika: "These powerful techniques are what you are going to learn in the future, but for now, you need to master your basics." Rajendra was confused as he watched Chandika introducing training to their one-year-old son, Devansura. He couldn¡¯t understand why Chandika was introducing such intense training to a child so young. Rajendra: "Do you not think this is reckless? He''s just one year old, and you have started training him. He could hurt himself." Chandika: "In Hell, at the age of one, demons start learning these and more powerful techniques." Rajendra: "But they are demons. They have strong bodies and can endure all that." Chandika: "So, you''re saying that Devansura is weak? He is much stronger and more intelligent than those demons. And I also care about him. He is my child, and I will not let him get injured." Rajendra, knowing that Chandika wouldn¡¯t back down, finally sighed. Rajendra: "Okay, you win." Then, he walked over to Devansura, knelt beside him, and placed a gentle hand on his head. Rajendra: "You do not have to overdo it for your mom." Devansura nodded seriously, looking into his father¡¯s eyes. The situation seemed so amusing to her that Chandika couldn''t help but start laughing. Rajendra nodded at his son, then turned and moved on to his work, trusting Chandika. Chandika turned to Devansura with a determined smile. Chandika: "Now, let''s get started with the basic training." Chandika says, "From now on, your daily routine will be as follows:" Morning (6:00 AM - 9:00 AM) Running (1 hour): Devansura starts his day with a brisk run through the forest. This builds his stamina and endurance, essential for the rigorous day ahead. As he runs, he learns to pace himself and improve his lung capacity. Swimming (1 hour): Following his run, Devansura heads to a nearby river or pond, practicing swimming to enhance his cardiovascular fitness and increase his muscle strength. The water helps with flexibility and adds an extra challenge to his training. Push-ups (1 hour): After swimming, Devansura does push-ups to strengthen his arms, shoulders, and core. His form is precise, making sure each push-up is deliberate and controlled, helping him build physical strength. Mid-Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM) Pull-ups and Tree Climbing (1 hour): Devansura practices pull-ups using sturdy tree branches. This increases his upper body strength. Tree climbing follows, focusing on agility and grip strength as he scales trees to develop speed, endurance, and coordination. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. Balancing (1 hour): To sharpen his focus, Devansura works on balancing, walking along narrow ledges or logs. This exercise improves his coordination and mental concentration, keeping his body aligned and balanced under pressure. Stretching and Flexibility (1 hour): Flexibility exercises help Devansura maintain muscle health and prevent injuries. Stretching is an important part of the training to improve his range of motion and prepare for more demanding physical activity. Lunch Break (12:00 PM - 1:00 PM): Devansura gets a break for lunch during this time. This hour of rest allows his body to recharge before continuing with the day''s training. Afternoon (1:00 PM - 5:00 PM) Meditation and Focus (2 hours): After lunch, Devansura spends two hours focusing on meditation. This extended time helps him deepen his mental clarity and concentration, which is crucial for his physical and spiritual growth. Breathing Techniques (1.5 hours): Devansura continues his practice of breathing techniques for an extended period, improving his breath control, stamina, and energy regulation. This training is essential for maintaining focus and endurance during intense physical activity. Reflex Training (1.5 hours): Reflex training remains an essential part of Devansura¡¯s routine. This extra time helps him hone his response speed to rapid changes in his environment, improving his reflexes and reaction times in high-pressure situations. At 6:00 PM, when Rajendra returned home, he found Devansura eagerly waiting. As soon as Devansura saw his father, he ran up to him and leapt into his arms. Rajendra caught him effortlessly, and the two began to play, laughing together. Rajendra: "Did the training go well? You seem to have so much energy, like always." Chandika, watching them, replied: "No, the training was intense. I honestly thought he might back out halfway through. But he surprised me. His stamina is incredible. He completed everything, and more." Rajendra raised an eyebrow, "Really? What¡¯s his schedule like?" Chandika shared the details of Devansura¡¯s training routine. Rajendra was shocked by the intensity of his son''s regimen and his remarkable stamina. Rajendra: "I knew he was special, but this? I didn¡¯t realize he was so strong, even at this age." Chandika smiled proudly, "Not only that, he performed exceptionally well. He surpassed my expectations." Rajendra grinned, "Of course, he¡¯s my son." Chandika raised an eyebrow playfully, "Then why were you not letting me train him in the mornings?" Rajendra laughed, the atmosphere lightening between them. From that day forward, Devansura continued his rigorous training, facing every new challenge with unwavering dedication. As the months passed, Devansura¡¯s training became increasingly intense. Each area of his training was tailored to push his limits, growing more challenging with every phase. His running evolved from simple laps around the forest to navigating rough terrain¡ªsteep hills, rocky paths, and thick underbrush. This new environment forced him to adapt, strengthening his legs and enhancing his endurance under difficult conditions. Swimming sessions moved from calm ponds to deeper, faster-moving rivers. The strong currents challenged his strength and stamina, while the cold water helped increase his flexibility and improved his ability to control his breath under pressure. Push-ups, once basic exercises, now incorporated added resistance. Devansura sometimes had to perform push-ups with a weighted stone on his back or while balancing on uneven surfaces. This increased the intensity of each repetition, further building his muscle strength and core stability. Tree climbing also grew more difficult. The trees he scaled became taller and more challenging, with thinner branches that required greater agility and grip strength. The climbs were timed, testing his speed and endurance. Balancing exercises, once simple, were now performed on precarious branches high in the trees, with the added challenge of wind or rain. These obstacles forced him to focus more intently and improve his mental concentration. Chandika ensured that every aspect of Devansura¡¯s training became progressively harder, with new challenges introduced regularly. With each passing phase, his resilience and strength grew, and he met every test with unwavering determination. After three years of intense training, Devansura¡¯s physique had transformed remarkably. His once-small frame had developed into a strong and athletic build, complete with visible muscles, defined arms, and the beginnings of a six-pack. He was not just stronger but carried himself with a quiet confidence that reflected his rigorous discipline. Rajendra, noticing the transformation, grinned and teased, ¡°Are you trying to rival my muscles now?¡± Chandika smirked, glancing at Rajendra. ¡°Not just muscles. He¡¯s already much more handsome than you. I can already imagine girls lining up to follow him around.¡± Devansura, not fully understanding their teasing, replied earnestly, ¡°I¡¯m going to be friends with them then!¡± Chandika sighed and glanced at Rajendra. ¡°This is what happens when a child doesn¡¯t get to meet anyone or leave this jungle to visit a city.¡± Rajendra chuckled. ¡°So next time, we¡¯ll all go to the city together.¡± Devansura blinked. ¡°What¡¯s a city?¡± Chandika chuckled softly, bending down to his level. ¡°A city is a place full of people, buildings, and things you can¡¯t even imagine. You¡¯ll see things like huge structures that reach the sky, carts that move on their own, and many other amazing things.¡± Devansura''s eyes sparkled with excitement. ¡°Really? I can see all that?¡± Rajendra nodded with a grin. ¡°Absolutely, but we might need to teach you how to get around the crowds first.¡± Devansura nodded seriously. ¡°I¡¯ll be the best at it.¡± Chandika laughed. ¡°I¡¯m sure you will. But it¡¯s not just about the crowds; there are different kinds of food too¡ªdifferent from what we have here in the jungle. You¡¯ll have to try them all!¡± Devansura eagerly rubbed his hands together. ¡°I¡¯ll eat everything!¡± Rajendra and Chandika exchanged amused looks. Chandika¡¯s eyes suddenly lit up. ¡°I¡¯ve heard there¡¯s an academy in Vedabhumi.¡± Rajendra nodded in agreement. ¡°Yes, I¡¯ve heard of it too. It¡¯s not just an academy; it¡¯s the best in the whole world. Students are accepted at the age of ten.¡± Chandika considered this for a moment and said, ¡°That¡¯s good, then. We¡¯ll send Devansura to that academy. There, he can make friends, learn about the world, and discover more about himself.¡± Rajendra hesitated, looking concerned. ¡°But if Devansura is accepted into that academy, we won¡¯t be able to see him for six years. We¡¯d only get to meet him when the semester ends and during the break time until the next semester. Will you be able to wait till then?¡± Chandika thought carefully before continuing. ¡°I know it¡¯s hard for me, but it¡¯s important for him to go there. Here, with complexity, we turn mana into life or death energy, and we don¡¯t fully know how mana works. Everywhere here is mana, so he needs to learn this properly from the academy.¡± Rajendra sighed but nodded. ¡°Yes, you¡¯re right. But don¡¯t worry. There¡¯s one way we can meet him every week if he¡¯s accepted, but I¡¯ll tell you about it later. For now, we still have six years left. He¡¯s just four years old.¡± Chandika, narrowing her eyes at Rajendra, said angrily, ¡°If you already knew another way, why were you scaring me like that?¡± Rajendra raised his hands in surrender. ¡°Sorry, sorry.¡± Chandika smiled and turned to Devansura. ¡°Until then, I¡¯ll see you grow stronger every day. It¡¯s going to be joyful and fulfilling.¡± Chapter 8: Demon Arts Awakening: Devansuras Rise On the next day after Devansura''s birthday, Chandika, Rajendra, and Devansura met outside their house at their usual training place. Chandika to Devansura: "From today, we are going to learn the Demon Arts." Rajendra to Devansura: "Just be safe. Don''t overdo it¡ªyou have a long life ahead." Chandika: "You don''t have to worry about Devansura. He is very strong and a fast learner. He has already exceeded my expectations many times." Rajendra: "I know, but still, I am his father." Chandika: "Father? Your behavior is more like a mother." Rajendra: "No, it''s just that you''re not doing your share of caring work, so I am." Chandika: "Okay, okay! I''ll take care of everything. Don''t worry." Rajendra: "Then I''m leaving for work." Chandika: "Okay, bye." Devansura: "Bye, Dad." As Rajendra walked away, Chandika turned toward Devansura with a sharp, serious gaze. Chandika: "From now on, you are going to learn the Demonic Arts. The first thing you will master is Muay Thai¡ªbut not the ordinary kind. This is Demonic Muay Thai." Devansura''s eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. Chandika continued: "Muay Thai, also known as the ''Art of Eight Limbs,'' uses punches, kicks, elbows, and knee strikes. But in its demonic form, every strike is amplified by channeling your inner rage and dark energy. It¡¯s not just about hitting¡ªit''s about overwhelming your opponent with relentless, unpredictable attacks." She stepped back and assumed a fighting stance, her aura flickering with a faint, dark glow. Chandika: "Your fists must feel like iron, your kicks like a battering ram. But what makes Demonic Muay Thai unique is how we harness fury. Instead of blindly attacking, we sharpen our anger into a weapon. Every move will flow from your emotions¡ªcontrolled, yet untamed." She demonstrated a rapid series of moves: a jab, a knee strike, an elbow slash, and a sweeping kick¡ªall faster than Devansura''s eyes could follow. Chandika: "We''ll start with the basic stance. Your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and hands guarding your face. Your core must be firm, but your movements fluid. Balance is everything." Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. Devansura nodded, already trying to mirror her stance. Chandika smirked. "Good. Now show me your punch¡ªdemonic style. Focus on your anger, but don''t let it consume you. Control it, and strike!" Devansura clenched his fists, breathing steadily, his mind balancing on the thin line between fury and focus. With a sharp exhale, he threw his first punch. Chandika: "Not bad, but you need to strike harder¡ªimagine your opponent''s bones breaking under your fist. Again!" Devansura gritted his teeth and punched again, this time putting more power into his swing. Chandika corrected his form, adjusting his elbow''s angle and his foot''s position. Chandika: "Now, knees. In Demonic Muay Thai, a knee strike isn¡¯t just a blow¡ªit¡¯s a break. Pull your opponent in and drive your knee up, aiming for the ribs or head. Feel the rage flow through your core." Devansura practiced the knee strike, repeating it again and again under Chandika¡¯s watchful eyes. After an hour of relentless practice, Chandika stepped back, satisfied. Chandika: "Enough for now. You''ve taken the first steps. But now, we move to something even more important." She folded her arms, her gaze unyielding. Chandika: "Until now, you''ve done normal meditation to control your emotions. But today, we''re taking it to the next level." Devansura furrowed his brows. "Next level?" Chandika: "Whenever you''ve meditated before, you must have noticed unusual things in the environment¡ªthings you couldn¡¯t see with your eyes but could sense all around you. Am I right?" Devansura: "Yes, I saw them¡­ but I never asked. I thought it was just normal during training. I''ve sensed it since the first day." Chandika''s expression didn''t change, but a flicker of shock crossed her mind. Chandika: "From the first day¡­?" She didn''t say more, but the revelation unsettled her. Chandika: "Now, sit in the meditation stance again. This time, what you¡¯ve been sensing¡ªthose invisible currents of energy¡ªyou need to gather them inside your body." She paced slowly around Devansura as she explained: "The people who use aura for swordsmanship store this energy in their core. Those who use magic store it in their heart. But a rare few, those who train beyond limits, store it throughout their entire body. This is extremely hard, but those who succeed gain a powerful edge¡ªthey can wield both swordsmanship and magic without limits." Her voice grew firm: "The energy around you is known as mana. Most people struggle for years to harness it. If, at first, you fail, do not be discouraged¡ªit is a path only the strongest walk." Chandika''s gaze shifted to Devansura again, but her words caught in her throat. His first attempt¡ªon his very first day¡ªwas already showing signs of success. She could feel the flow of mana weaving into his muscles and veins, spreading through his body. Chandika, with a wide smile and a heart pounding with both pride and awe, spoke: "Keep going. Don¡¯t stop." Encouraged by Chandika''s words, Devansura pushed himself further. With each breath, he drew in more mana, letting it circulate not just in his core or heart, but throughout his entire being. His skin seemed to shimmer faintly, and his muscles tightened as the energy flowed freely inside him. By the time night fell, Rajendra returned home, his face tired from a long day''s work. Chandika, sensing his presence, quickly approached him. Chandika: "Come with me. We need to talk¡ªalone." She glanced at Devansura. "You can go play outside for now." Without questioning, Devansura stepped outside, the night''s cool air brushing against his skin. Unaware of the intense conversation about to unfold between his parents, he simply stood there, lost in his own world, gently flexing his fingers as the mana still pulsed within him.