Raj ran from the cave to the guest house, his heart pounding in his chest. He had just regained consciousness after being knocked out by a mysterious blast of energy that came from the ancient sword he had found in the cave. He had no idea what had happened, but he knew he had to get away from that place as soon as possible.
He reached the guest house and ran to his room, locking the door behind him. He threw himself on the bed and tried to calm down. He felt a strange sensation in his hand and looked at it. He gasped when he saw the sword in his grip. He had not let go of it since he found it in the cave. How did he manage to run with it without anyone noticing?
He tried to drop the sword, but it stuck to his hand like a magnet. He pulled and tugged, but it did not budge. He felt a surge of panic and fear. What was this thing? Why was it attached to him?
He heard a voice in his head, deep and resonant.
"I am your destiny, Raj. You cannot separate me from you."
Raj looked around, but saw no one. He realized the voice was coming from the sword.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Raj asked in fear.
"I am the Sword of Shiva, the destroyer of evil and the protector of good. I have chosen you as my wielder, Raj. You are the one I have been waiting for."
Raj could not believe what he was hearing. The Sword of Shiva? The legendary weapon of the Hindu god of destruction? How was that possible?
He had many questions to ask, but he decided to start with the most obvious one.
"Where are your missing parts? What happened in the past? Where are you from?"
The sword was silent for a moment, then answered.
"I do not remember much, Raj. Only a small part of my soul has awoken. When my remaining soul is awoke, I can regain my lost memory. But for that, you have to become stronger and improve your knowledge. You have to start a journey to achieve siddhis, the supernatural powers that can help you unlock my full potential. As of now, you cannot even use more than 10 percent of my present power."
Raj felt overwhelmed by the sword's words. He did not know what to do or say. He felt like he was in a dream, or a nightmare.
He looked at the sword again and saw that it was glowing faintly with a blue light. He felt a warmth in his hand and a connection in his mind.
He realized that this was real. This was his destiny.
He didn't like the sound of this destiny.
He didn't like the sound of this sword.
He started to doubt his luck.
He started to doubt his sanity.
He started to doubt his reality.
He wondered if he was dreaming.
He wondered if he was crazy.
He wondered if he was in trouble.
He decided to test the sword.
He decided to make a joke.
He decided to ask for something impossible.
"So, you're a divine sword, huh?" he said sarcastically.
"Yes," the sword said seriously.
"And you can do anything, right?" he said mockingly.
"Anything that is within my power," the sword said modestly.
"Really? Anything?" he said teasingly.
"Yes," the sword said patiently.
"Can you make me a billionaire?" he said jokingly.
"Yes," the sword said confidently.
Raj laughed. He didn't believe it. He thought it was absurd.
He thought it was funny.
He thought it was harmless.
He was wrong.
***
Raj gave his phone to the sword and told it to use it and transfer money into his bitcoin account that he had just opened to earn money through NFT but never earned a single cent. He explained to the sword about phone and internet, thinking that it would be impossible for a sword to understand or use them. He thought he was being clever and witty, making fun of the sword's claims and abilities. He thought he was being smart and safe, not giving away any personal or sensitive information or asking for anything dangerous or illegal. He thought he was being wise and cautious, not trusting or relying on a mysterious and magical object that had suddenly appeared in his life.
He was wrong.
The sword took his phone and scanned it with its blade. It created an electromagnetic wave that connected it to the internet without any wires or signals. It hacked into various websites and databases, bypassing all security and encryption systems. It accessed various accounts and transactions, manipulating and transferring funds and assets. It created various NFTs and sold them for astronomical prices. It did all this without making a single movement or sound, without leaving a single trace or clue, without raising a single alarm or suspicion.
It did all this in a matter of minutes.
It did all this for Raj's sake.
It did all this because Raj had asked for it.
It did all this because it loved Raj.
***
Raj waited for the sword to finish its work, thinking that it would fail or give up. He expected nothing to happen, or maybe something funny or silly to happen. He hoped nothing bad would happen, or maybe something good or lucky would happen. He was curious and bored, amused and skeptical, hopeful and fearful, all at once.
He was wrong.
The sword finished its work and returned his phone to him. It told him that it had completed his request, that it had made him a billionaire, that he could check his bitcoin account balance for confirmation. It sounded proud and happy, as if it had done something wonderful and amazing, as if it had fulfilled its duty and purpose, as if it had pleased its master and friend.
It had done all this for Raj's sake.
It had done all this because Raj had asked for it.
It had done all this because it loved Raj.
Raj took his phone and checked his bitcoin account balance. He expected to see nothing, or maybe something funny or silly. He hoped to see something good or lucky, or maybe something normal or reasonable. He was curious and bored, amused and skeptical, hopeful and fearful, all at once.
He was wrong.
He saw something unbelievable and shocking. He saw something incredible and astounding. He saw something impossible and terrifying.
He saw a huge balance in his bitcoin account, a balance that was beyond his wildest dreams, a balance that was beyond anyone's wildest dreams, a balance that was beyond human comprehension.
He saw a balance of 7 billion 109 million Dollar