Shivam, peering through the eyes of the houseflies, felt a wave of despair wash over him as he witnessed the horrors unfolding within Bhukari's villa.
The sight of innocent victims, slated to be used as carriers for drugs, filled him with an unbridled rage.
Unable to bear the agonizing looks of the people any longer, he redirected his focus to Bhukari himself, determined to gather more intel on the criminal mastermind orchestrating this brutality.
With the aid of Rani's abilities, Shivam seamlessly navigated through the network of houseflies, each one providing a unique vantage point of sight that could be controlled by Shivam's mind.
The grid-like display of views before him, presented on a translucent blue panel in front of his eyes, allowed him to monitor every angle with precision.
Alongside Rani's expansive ability screen, a smaller yet equally crucial blue display nestles, housing the terror human detector graph.
This graph served as a vigilant sentinel, diligently scanning for any human presence bearing a criminal record. Despite its modest size, its importance loomed large in Shivam's mission, offering vital insights into the identities of potential threats lurking within his vicinity.
With Rani's comprehensive surveillance capabilities complemented by the vigilant scrutiny of the terror human detector graph, Shivam navigated his perilous journey with heightened vigilance and strategic foresight.
However, the Terror human detector device's graph presented a perplexing anomaly: it failed to detect any underground individuals within the villa, as though the hidden rooms simply didn't exist.
Despite Shivam's efforts to pinpoint their location, the device's screen remained ominously blank, offering no insight into the concealed chambers lurking beneath the surface.
In this mysterious absence of targets, the truth lay shrouded in darkness, compelling Shivam to rely on his instincts and the assistance of his loyal companion, Rani, to uncover the secrets hidden within the villa's depths.
Despite the shortcomings of the terror human detector device, Shivam remained undeterred in his quest for justice.
Unable to access the criminal criminology record displayed in the form of stars, he confronted a significant obstacle in his investigation.
Yet, in the face of adversity, Rani's steadfast connection to the houseflies emerged as a beacon of hope, offering a lifeline amidst the technological limitations.
Rani is by his side, which helps him very much in this mission of his.
In the midst of his infiltration mission's difficulties, Shivam understood the importance of complimentary work rewards that were linked to daily rewards.
Understanding their interconnection, he recognized how doing complementary chores increased abilities that were similar to his daily reward item abilities.
With each duty completed, Shivam thinks that he will move closer to developing strength and strengthening his ability to accomplish things more easily than any other being.
Furthermore, Shivam uncovered a valuable insight: when confronted with situations where his daily rewards faltered, the complementary task rewards offered a lifeline.
This newfound understanding bolstered his confidence, providing a reliable fallback in times of need.
Without Rani's aid, Shivam wouldn't have made it this far.
She, his trusted insect queen companion, was not only beautiful, small, and cute but also incredibly reliable.
In gratitude for her assistance on their mission, Shivam decided to reward her with some insects.
"Mysterious and powerful," Shivam murmured to himself about the rewards from the Dark Web.
Completing the daily tasks seemed too easy, but he anticipated more surprises to come.
Turning his attention back to the fly monitoring Bukhari, Shivam observed him on a call.
Bukhari confirmed that it was safely receiving the "premium carrier parcel" received via truck, but the conversation was vague, leaving Shivam puzzled.
The call ended abruptly, leaving him with more questions than answers.
After concluding the call, Bukhari instructed a member behind him, "I'm going to the "G" room now.
Don't disturb me for an hour."
"Understood, brother," the member replied respectfully.
Bukhari exited the room and approached a peculiar white wall adorned with paintings.
Among them, a large portrait depicted a woman holding a red rose, captivating in its beauty.
With a slight tilt of the painting, a hidden door materialized before Bukhari, revealing a passage beyond.
Unseen by Bukhari, a lone housefly trailed behind him as he ventured through the concealed entrance.
Descending into the depths of the underground chamber, Bukhari remained oblivious to the tiny spy tailing him.
As he entered the dimly lit room below, Shivam's connection to the fly abruptly vanished, sending a shiver down his spine.
Anxious and bewildered, Shivam sought answers from Rani, only to realize her energy had been depleted from monitoring multiple houseflies for an extended period.
Shivam possessed an extraordinary ability to channel his vital force to specific points within his body without the need for meditation.
This was made possible by the continuous absorption of vital energy by the red emerald stone he carried in his body.
Although already brimming with vitality, Shivam focused his energy to emit a small amount from his hands.
With meticulous concentration, he utilized the red stone's energy absorption to gather a small amount of vital energy within himself and direct it through his hands to rejuvenate Rani, his insect queen.
Rani eagerly absorbed the revitalizing energy; she was enjoying the energy happily and quickly regaining her strength while hamming with joy.
With a joyful leap, Rani landed on Shivam's arm, relishing the invigorating flow of vital energy coursing through him.
Swiftly revitalized by the energy infusion, she wasted no time in regaining her full strength and readiness to exercise her abilities.
In a matter of moments, Rani assumed command of the housefly within the hidden "G Room," prepared to carry out her duties with renewed vigor and determination.
In a flash, the housefly arrived at the source of light, revealing a dimly lit room that left Shivam's heart heavy with sorrow.
Within its confines, he beheld a distressing sight: numerous girls trapped in dismal conditions.
The dim lighting obscured the full extent of their suffering, initially shielding Shivam from the harsh reality.
Yet, as his gaze lingered, he witnessed the despair etched in their eyes and the weight of misery palpable in their souls.
Disbelief washed over Shivam as he counted nearly a hundred girls imprisoned within the room's confines.
Some clustered in corners, others huddled in the middle, while a few stood alone, each a victim of human trafficking.
Before Shivam could fully grasp the gravity of the situation unfolding before him, a distant scream shattered the uneasy silence, jolting him into action.
Meanwhile, inside the room, the atmosphere got thicker with fear and desperation.
Many of the girls were too terrified to move, while others succumbed to tears or sat in a numb stupor, overwhelmed by shock.
Viewing the scene through Rani's eyes, Shivam felt a deep sense of unease wash over him.
The fear and panic gripping the room disturbed him to his core.
Guided by the relentless screams, Shivam steeled himself to navigate towards their source, propelled by an unwavering resolve to confront the darkness lurking in the shadows.
However, just as he began directing the fly through his mind, the girl's screams abruptly ceased, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.
Despite the chill that ran down his spine, Shivam knew he couldn't afford to hesitate.
With a heart pounding in his chest, he pressed forward, fueled by his determination to prevent any further harm.
Though fear threatened to overwhelm him, Shivam remained steadfast in his determination to follow the direction from which the screams had originated.
With every step forward, he braced himself for the horrors that awaited, knowing that he could not rest until he had uncovered the truth and checked on those in peril.
Determined to uncover the source of the screams, Shivam guided the fly in the last known direction.
However, his path was obstructed by several locked rooms, adding to his frustration.
Refusing to be deterred, he meticulously scanned the area until his keen ears picked up faint voices emanating from behind a nearby window.
Thud.. Thud...…THud.. Thud….
Realizing that this must be the room from which the girls' desperate screams had originated, Shivam's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and dread.
The window presented a potential entry point, and with a renewed sense of urgency, Shivam directed the fly towards it, determined to confront the horrors lurking within and unveil the truth.
As Shivam slipped through the narrow opening of the window and entered the room, a scene of horror unfolded before him, sending chills down his spine and tears streaming from his eyes.
The sight that greeted him was beyond comprehension, filling him with a profound sense of shock and sorrow.
Unable to fully grasp the extent of the atrocities unfolding before him, Shivam was overwhelmed by a wave of despair.
Through the eyes of the housefly, he bore witness to the unimaginable suffering endured by those trapped within the room, their anguish etched upon their faces in haunting clarity.
With a heavy heart and tears clouding his vision, Shivam was confronted with a scene of unimaginable horror.
The sight of four young girls, their innocent faces stained with blood, filled him with a deep sense of sorrow and rage.
Bukhari's callous actions, as he mercilessly struck the defenseless girls with his boxing gloves, were a cruel reminder of the depravity of humanity.
These girls, mere children between the ages of 9 and 12, were subjected to unspeakable cruelty at the hands of Bukhari, their tormentor, who reveled in their suffering with a chilling smile.
As he recited certain lines with twisted pleasure, Shivam's heart burned with a fiery rage, fueling his determination to put an end to the atrocities and deliver justice for the innocent victims.
The young girls lay motionless on the floor, their frail bodies battered and bruised, their blood pooling around them in a chilling tableau of suffering.
Despite the relentless assault they endured, rendering them unconscious and unresponsive, their wounds continued to seep crimson, staining their once pristine forms.
Bukhari's savage punches left a trail of devastation, the impact evident in their swollen faces and the crimson streams cascading from their wounds.
With each blow, the room echoed with the sickening sound of flesh meeting force, while the pattern of blood on the floor formed a macabre symbol of their torment.
It was as though the room bore witness to a grotesque ritual, the triangle-shaped pattern serving as a grim testament to the horrors inflicted upon the innocent.
As Shivam beheld the scene before him, a surge of anguish and fury welled up within him, driving him to confront the evil that lurked within the shadows.
The scene unfolded before Shivam like a nightmare, each moment etching itself into his memory with a cruel clarity.
The innocence of the girls, so reminiscent of his own sisters, pierced his heart like a dagger.
A fierce protectiveness surged within him, a primal instinct to shield those he loved from harm at any cost.
The sight of those girls, so young and vulnerable, struck a chord deep within Shivam's soul.
They reminded him of his own little sisters, precious and innocent, whom he would defend with his life.
The mere thought of anyone laying a hand on them filled him with a fierce protectiveness, a primal instinct to shield them from harm at any cost.
As he bore witness to the cruelty unfolding before him, a simmering rage boiled within Shivam, threatening to consume him whole.
It was a rage born of love, of an unbreakable bond with his sisters, and of a fierce determination to keep them safe from harm.
In that moment, something shifted inside Shivam, an invisible barrier giving way to an overwhelming flood of emotion.
It was as if a dormant force within him had been unleashed, propelling him forward with an unstoppable momentum.
But amidst the chaos of his emotions, another sensation stirred within Shivam—a gnawing hunger for power and strength.
It wasn't a desire for dominance or control, but rather a recognition of the immense challenges he faced and the need to rise above them, and most importantly, the ability to protect.
His eyes were dripping with tears, and while his mind was roaring for strength and many other agonizing emotions were out of his control, he subconsciously roared out of anger while he was in the forest.
Ahaaaaaaaaaaa….
Shivam roared like he desired power; his voice was loud and echoed through the trees.
In that moment of anguish and chaos, the red emerald stone, a silent witness to Shivam's inner turmoil, reacted with unprecedented power.
As if responding to the primal scream tearing through the air, the stone surged to life, its surface pulsating with an otherworldly energy that had never been witnessed by the world, as this was its first time fully utilizing its 1% potential to do what its true master entailed.
Unaware of the unfolding chaos, Shivam stood amidst the turmoil of his emotions, oblivious to the latent power residing within the red emerald stone he carried.
As his inner turmoil reached a crescendo, a chain reaction was set in motion, triggering the stone's suction mode with an irresistible force.
In an instant, the stone became a conduit, channeling the surrounding vital energy towards Shivam with unparalleled speed.
Like a vortex unleashed, it sucked in the life force of the surrounding trees within a radius of 10 meters, drawing upon the very essence of nature itself.
The air crackled with energy as the surroundings seemed to dim, drained of their vitality in the blink of an eye.
Leaves rustled in protest, trees swayed as if in agony, and the very earth seemed to groan beneath the weight of the phenomenon.
Meanwhile, Shivam felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, an electrifying sensation that left him both exhilarated and unnerved.
Though he couldn't comprehend the full extent of what was happening, he knew that he had become the epicenter of an extraordinary event, one that would forever alter the course of his destiny.
On the other side,
In broad daylight, Shivam's roar still carried its formidable power, resonating through the surrounding landscape with startling clarity.
The sun hung high in the sky, casting its golden light over the forest, illuminating every leaf and branch.
As the sound roar of Shivam waves traveled, they reached the vigilant security team stationed at the perimeter of the villa.
Startled by the unexpected noise, the guards and the gunmen immediately sprang into action, their training guiding their response to potential threats regardless of the time of day.
With a sense of urgency, the security personnel activated their communication devices, alerting their colleagues within the villa to the disturbance.
Shivam was unaware of what he had caused outside, but suddenly, as he was in a great struggle within himself, and after sucking all that vitality, a door opened within him that would have taken Shivam months to open, but due to a rapid explosion of emotions, he let it open earlier than usual.
As Shivam's first root chakra petal unfolded, enlightenment washed over him, bringing serenity and understanding to his inner turmoil.
The pain and agony dissolved, replaced by a deep connection with his true self.
Suddenly, a surge of cool energy surged within him, quelling his fury and bringing solace to his mind and soul.
The icy sensation spread throughout his body, enveloping him in a tranquil embrace.
Feeling the powerful surge of energy, Shivam withdrew from the external world, immersing himself in the cold sensations coursing through his body.
In this moment of introspection, he embraced the calmness within, allowing it to guide him on his journey of self-discovery.
In the fleeting moments of his divine encounter with the cool energy surge, Shivam found himself immersed in a transcendent experience.
With his eyes closed, he savored the sensation coursing through his body, reveling in the serenity it brought.
As he basked in the tranquil embrace of the energy burst, Shivam's inner link suddenly stirred, breaking through the calm with urgent calls.
Among them, he recognized the voice of Rani, unmistakable even amidst the divine symphony enveloping him.
Though reluctant to leave the blissful tranquility of the moment, Shivam's connection to Rani pulled him back to the realm of the tangible.
With a sense of grounding, he opened his eyes, ready to heed the call of his inner link.
With Rani's urgent plea echoing in his mind, Run!... Run!...Shivam Run! .. Rani screamed inside his mind.
Shivam snapped out of his peaceful reverie, his heart pounding with a sudden sense of urgency and dread.
Without hesitation, he opened his eyes, realizing the grave mistake he had made and the imminent danger he now faced.
His scream pierced the air, a jarring contrast to the previous tranquility of the forest. In response, the security team sprang into action, their training guiding them as they swiftly moved to intercept the threat.
Meanwhile, Shivam wasted no time in heeding Rani's warning, instinctively choosing a route that would lead him away from the looming danger.
With quick, decisive movements, he navigated through the forest, his senses heightened as he checked the terror detector map for any signs of impending danger.
The map, displayed like a small blue panel before his eyes, revealed the presence of red dots, signaling potential threats.
With each step, Shivam remained vigilant, knowing that his survival depended on his ability to evade capture and escape the clutches of those who sought to do him harm.
His dash was like his life was dependent on it.
As the security guard approached Shivam's location, he was taken aback by the sight before him.
The surrounding trees, clustered in a single spot, had withered to their core, their leaves shriveled, and their branches brittle.
Strangely, the desiccation extended to the neighboring trees within a 10-meter radius, creating an eerie scene of devastation.
Upon closer inspection, the guard noticed a peculiar pattern etched into the ground, reminiscent of the aftermath of a bomb blast.
However, there were no signs of smoke or any type of distinctive smell of burning; instead, a dark substance enveloped the area within the pattern.
Filled with a sense of dread at the mysterious and ominous sight before him, the guard's instincts urged him to flee the area immediately.
Fearful of the possibility of being caught in a similar devastating attack, he swiftly turned on his heel and hurried away, his mind racing with unanswered questions about the inexplicable phenomenon he had just witnessed.
Intrigued and wary, the guard carefully examined the ground, discovering that even the stones within the affected area had turned black.
When he attempted to pick up one of the darkened stones, it crumbled into powdery residue, resembling ashes in his hand.
This was new to him.
He instantly informed the surrounding people that there was an intruder with explosives and that they should be more cautious.
He described what he saw while alerting villa security to be on alert for the oncoming invader.
He joined in the search for any red alert spots with the seven security guards and two gunmen who moved out on the search.