Manav was walking on a traffic-filled street, engrossed in a phone call.

"Yes boss, I will definitely start writing a book on the diesel punk theme," he replied, nodding as he spoke.

He was wearing earphones, facilitating his conversation amidst the bustling city noise.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely do it. There will be elements of World War 2, World War 3, and multiversal punk contests, but first, I have to finish writing this diesel punk novel," he assured the person on the other end of the call.

After talking for several more minutes, Manav ended the call and continued his walk on the footpath, a spring in his step.

He had finally found a rich punk theme fan who could fund his creative endeavors.

If the rich guy was impressed by the book, Manav could both create a punk-themed book according to his wish and earn money.

Manav was surprised that there was a guy who was a crazy fan of punk-themed works.

That guy had bought all franchises related to punk themes ever.

Manav felt extremely lucky to be chosen by a rich punk theme lover.

As for how that guy found him, Manav had been updating blogs and posts related to punk themes, sharing his ideas and views.

One of his posts had caught the eye of the rich punk theme lover, and now they were in contact.

Manav happily opened his playlist and played it at full volume.

With his hood on, he jumped on the footpath, lost in his own world.

Seeing the red lights on, he quickly ran towards the zebra crossing, trying to reach the other end of the road.

As Manav was crossing the road, an uncontrollable truck was speeding towards him.

Many people saw this and yelled loudly at Manav to move away.

But Manav, in his extreme happiness and with music playing in his ears, ignored the yells of the people around him.

Suddenly, Manav felt a strong impact of collision, and he was thrown onto the road.

The truck had hit Manav, who was running on the road.

The moment Manav touched the ground, he came back to his senses.

He felt extreme pain and wanted to yell loudly to vent his unbearable pain from his broken bones.

But before he could scream, the truck came towards him at full speed and cruelly trampled Manav beneath its heavy tires.

Manav didn't have a minute to think about what was going on.

He was unwilling to believe that his life was ending before he could earn his own money and live his life to the fullest.

He was not even 20 years old. He wanted to live his life to the fullest.

Many emotions like sadness, anger, unwillingness, etc., were brewing in his heart and mind.

When Manav was having a storm of emotions, his soul was sucked in by a strange portal which had an accent of punk theme.

But not one punk theme, but many known and unknown punk themes that are yet to be researched by humans.

After Manav's soul was sucked in by that strange punk portal, a few Yama Dutas appeared and searched here and there for the soul of Manav.

After searching, they didn't find the soul, they quickly headed back to the Yamalok, where their king resides, the king of Yamalok, Yamaraja.

When Yamaraja heard the report of his minions, he was angry and ordered Chitragupt for investigation.

Chitragupta nodded and reassured Yamaraja that he would find that soul back.

Meanwhile, Manav's soul floated in front of a majestic throne, whose size could be said to be titanic.

There was a beautiful woman sitting on the throne.

That woman had a smug smile on her face, her hair was long, her face had several lines, but her beauty was still unparalleled.

Manav was fascinated by her at first glance and stared at her without saying anything.

"Isn't it rude to stare at women, little guy?" the woman sitting on the throne said charmingly, but with no emotion in her voice.

Manav quickly woke up from his distracting thoughts.

"Huh? Sorry, miss goddess, for staring, I just can't…" Manav apologized and stopped before saying the whole sentence.

"Just can't? What you can't? Say, I want to hear," the goddess said curiously.

"I just can't stop staring at the beauty of different punk themes," Manav replied.

"Oh, so you're fascinated by the beauty of punk themes, not my beauty?" the goddess said as someone just piqued her curiosity.

"No, no, I am not saying that you're not beautiful, I am just praising the beauty of how different punk themes can look so beautiful when added in one body, and how it is possible to do it," Manav said hastily.

"Oh, I see, so that's your dilemma. If you want to know, then you have to win the competition of Punk Multiverse, which is held by me," the goddess nodded and said.

"Competition? Hmm, but I am confused why I am chosen, who is just a random guy," Manav said, pointing his finger at his own face.

"Yes, you're right, random selection, random selection," the goddess replied.

"So, I'm not the chosen one or anything like protagonists," Manav just sighed at his ironical thoughts.

"Well, although you're a random guy, but you piqued my interest, so I will give you two wishes that you want most, and one gift from me," the goddess said.

"What wishes?" Manav was confused.

"You will know after you reach your destination, player or chosen one by me," the goddess said playfully, with some emotions in her tone this time.

The goddess snapped her fingers, and Manav's soul started to disperse.

"Wait, stop! At least tell me what my wishes you're choosing from me, without…" Before Manav could complete his sentence, his soul dispersed from toe to head.

"Haaaah," Manav woke up, taking a deep breath.

He panted loudly. After a few seconds, Manav found himself in a spherical iron cage.

He looked around and found several different cages, with women inside them.

But all the other prisoners were unconscious.

He tried to yell at them, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

So he just tried to move the cage and hit others cage.

All of them were hanging in a large and dark cave with fire torches trying to shine the whole cave but couldn't.

Manav was trying to move the cage in the air to hit another cage, but he failed.

After several tries, he saw that his body was tiring.

So he stopped wasting his energy.

After a while, Manav's cage stopped moving.

He was sitting in the cage thinking about something when he felt a liquid drop on his hands.

He quickly raised his hand and saw a water droplet.

Manav was happy and tried to fix his hand in the place where the water droplet was falling.

After a few seconds, another water droplet fell, and Manav just placed his hand there so he could collect water to drink.

Like this, waiting for hours, Manav extinguished his thirst.

He laid in the cage, thinking about how to escape if he had a chance.

He didn't know where he was, so first, he had to wait for the other prisoners to wake up.

While Manav was lying and thinking in the cage, a lift started coming down with white and silvery makeup on those guys.

Manav quickly stood up and saw those guys.

There were three guys on the lift.

A heavy man reaching a height of 3 meters, a bulky guy with a height of 2.50 meters looking very majestic, like he was a king of somewhere.

And finally, a dwarf, no not a dwarf, a guy with a height of 1.50 meters.

He was just looking like a dwarf in front of those two heavy men.

This guy was rubbing his hands and saying something like trying to butter the man who was looking majestic.

The majestic man raised his hand, signaling the guy to shut up.

The dwarf silenced wisely but still rubbing his hands.

"Show me the most beautiful women you have caught," the majestic guy said, his voice containing the accent of a leader.

"Yes, Lord Nikator," the dwarf said, nodding vigorously.

"Go, and bring women from those cages," the dwarf pointed towards several cages.

The giant man opened the gate of the lift and walked towards the cages, pointed.

"Lord Nikator, he will bring girls, let's go have a wine, I have obtained from the most famous winemaker," the dwarf said, pointing towards a door.

"Bring that man, with the girls," Nikator pointed towards Manav and turned to walk towards the door pointed by the dwarf.

The dwarf didn't say anything, as long as he could earn wealth.

The dwarf saw me looking at their direction.

The dwarf yelled at the giant man to bring Manav with the girls.

The giant stopped and started working again.

The dwarf quickly caught up with Nikator Joe and opened the door of the room.

Welcoming Nikator Joe inside.

Nikator Joe walked inside, with the dwarf following him.

After the giant man picked up all the girls on his shoulder and opened the door of the cage Manav was in, Manav walked out of the door and followed the giant man, tied in iron handcuffs.

In a few seconds, Manav was in the room where Nikator Joe and the dwarf were sitting on the sofa, drinking wine.

The giant man laid the girls on the stone bed in the room.

(If you like this novel, add it in your library, don't worry you will take interest slowly.)