Ravan, confronted by Marya's mockery in the living room, faced the barrage of jokes questioning his intellect. Marya, with a taunting grin, labeled him a dumb idiot, exacerbating the disorientation within Ravan.
Inwardly scolding his own body for the lack of control, Ravan endured the verbal jabs, feeling the absurdity of his situation. A palpable silence hung in the room, broken only when Marya casually mentioned her departure for the real estate agent's office. The revelation left Ravan dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond.
As Marya walked away, leaving the room, she slammed the door with a force that echoed her frustration. Ravan stood there, still processing the whirlwind of emotions and the consequences of his unexplained behavior.
Not knowing how to navigate the complexities of this world and the strained relationship with Marya, Ravan sought solace in the familiar glow of the computer screen. The quest for information about his dimension graph and a way back to his original dimension drove him to scour the digital realm.
Frustration mounted as the technology of this world revealed little about the cosmic intricacies he sought to understand. In a fit of vexation, Ravan turned to Rayan's memories, hoping to find a link between the peculiar blackout and the enigmatic painting in the museum.
To his surprise, the museum scene in Rayan's memory mirrored a specific moment from Ravan's own recollections. The realization sparked a glimmer of hope – the museum held a key to unlocking the mysteries of his journey to this unfamiliar dimension.
With a sense of purpose, Ravan ventured out of the house, a distant warning from Marya about the need for secrecy echoing in his mind. Ignoring the potential consequences that could turn Marya into a fugitive, he stepped into the outside world.
The transportation system, a peculiar aspect of this realm, drew Ravan's attention. The rectangular boxes on wheels, colloquially known as buses, perplexed him. In a moment of comedic self-reflection, he questioned the logic of these contraptions, bemused by their unconventional design.
Attempting to board the bus without a pass, Ravan found himself unceremoniously kicked out by the driver. The other passengers regarded him with a mix of pity and amusement, solidifying his status as an outsider. Standing in the bus station, Ravan contemplated the intricacies of this strange world, determined to unravel its secrets.
As the door of the bus closed behind him, Ravan faced the uncertainty of the journey ahead. The quest for answers had just begun, and the museum, with its cryptic painting, stood as a potential portal to understanding the cosmic dance that had brought him to this dimension.
Ravan, standing in the bustling bus station, responded to the driver's eviction by boldly proclaiming his regal status. "I'm a king," he called out, as if being kicked out of a rectangular box was beneath his royal dignity.
Realizing that his enhanced body had ample energy for a sprint, Ravan took control, manipulating his bodily functions to maximize nutrients for the impending dash. With determination etched across his face, he set off towards the museum, each step propelling him closer to unraveling the mysteries of this bewildering dimension.
Upon reaching the museum, Ravan's progress was abruptly halted by a vigilant security guard. The guard informed him that entry required a pass, especially on this day, as a VIP from a prominent company was expected. In the maze of this unfamiliar world, Ravan grappled with the concept of VIPs and passes, alien terms in his kingly past where access was granted effortlessly.
Kicked out of the museum premises, Ravan found himself wandering through the unfamiliar streets. Dehydration began to take its toll, prompting him to seek refuge in a nearby supermarket. As he walked towards the entrance, he inadvertently collided with a stranger. The unknown person hurriedly apologized, citing an urgent need that sent them sprinting into the supermarket.
Amidst the aftermath of the collision, Ravan noticed a piece of paper lying on the ground. Retrieving it, he attempted to inform the person of their dropped possession. To his surprise, the paper revealed itself as a VIP pass, the golden ticket that could potentially unlock the doors of the museum.
Armed with this newfound advantage, Ravan stood at the precipice of discovery. The VIP pass, an accidental treasure, hinted at possibilities within the museum that could provide him with the clues needed to decipher the cosmic puzzle that had transported him into this enigmatic world.
Armed with the VIP pass, Ravan strolled through the museum entrance with an air of regal authority, as if his very presence announced his kingly status to the world. The security guard, seemingly dismissive of the notion that a VIP pass could be in the possession of someone like Ravan, paid little attention to the incongruity. Ravan, however, paid no mind to the guard's incredulous gaze as he ventured further into the historical trove.
As he explored the exhibits, a sense of familiarity washed over Ravan. The artifacts displayed were reminiscent of the ancient relics he had encountered during the inception of his kingdom. The museum seemed to house the primitive versions of items that, in his own dimension, had evolved over centuries.
Guided by an inexplicable intuition, Ravan found himself before a painting that held a mysterious allure. It was the same painting that had induced a blackout in Rayan. Observing the artwork, Ravan discerned a crucial detail missing—the figure of a man in a sword facing a legion of a thousand warriors. A surge of cosmic energy coursed through him, causing a spectacle within the museum.
The sudden outburst manifested as cracks in the pillars and shattered glass above, revealing the magnitude of cosmic power within Ravan. Despite the chaos, he managed to regain control, preventing a full-blown scene. Amidst the aftermath, a mysterious voice echoed in his mind, leaving him momentarily disoriented.
Looking upward, Ravan was met with the sight of a man dressed entirely in black, akin to an enigmatic assassin. Reacting instinctively, Ravan gathered cosmic energy in his hand and delivered a powerful strike. The black-clad man, hurtling towards him, collided with a pillar, the impact rendering him nearly unconscious, if not lifeless.
In the eerie silence that followed, Ravan discerned a voice of gratitude emanating from the unknown man behind him. The cryptic encounter had unraveled yet another layer of the enigma surrounding Ravan's existence in this perplexing dimension.