20th February , 2020
Arnab sat in his expansive corner office, perched high above the city skyline. Surrounded by towering skyscrapers and the constant hustle and bustle of urban life, he basked in the glory of his hard-earned success. His journey had not been easy, as he had struggled during the initial stages of building his business empire. But with the help of a native business tycoon, he had overcome the odds and emerged victorious.
Despite his triumphs, Arnab remained restless, always on the lookout for the next big deal. As he leaned back in his luxurious leather chair and gazed out at the view of the city, he was suddenly overtaken by a strange sensation. It was as though the world around him was dissolving into a swirling vortex of vibrant colors and abstract shapes, leaving him feeling unmoored and adrift.
Abruptly, Arnab found himself in a completely unfamiliar world. He looked around in confusion, taking in the strange architecture and the unfamiliar clothing of the people around him. He noticed that he was wearing a tattered cloth and sitting in front of the "Dragon Sect," where many martial artists seemed to have gathered for an entrance test.
Arnab realized that something strange had happened and that he had been transmigrated to a different realm. The world he found himself in was one of ancient traditions and martial arts, unlike anything he had ever seen before.