A stylish teenage boy stands in the shadows of a dimly lit alley. He's tall, handsome, and wears a sleek black hooded jacket, giving him a mysterious air. His eyes burn with intensity.
"Piio... You're here now. So, let's start our match," the boy says in a cold, confident tone. His name is Kaito, and there's something ominous about him.
He raises his left hand toward the sky. A crimson glow envelops his palm, and suddenly, in a burst of red light, a sword materializes—its blade gleaming with a fiery aura. The sword radiates immense power, making Kaito look like a true hero from legend. His hair flutters as the energy pulses through him.
But the boy who had arrived moments earlier, Piio, isn't intimidated. He looks nothing like the heroic figure in front of him—scruffy, with messy hair and tattered clothes. Without warning, Piio pulls out a small, rusty gun from under his coat and fires.
*BANG!*
Before Kaito can react, the bullet pierces his chest. The once-mighty hero falls to the ground, his sword clattering beside him as the light in his eyes fades.
Piio calmly approaches the lifeless body, kneeling to pick up the fallen sword. He unwinds the bandages from his right hand, revealing a tattoo pulsing with a strange energy. As he grips the sword, the tattoo begins to absorb it, the sword's red aura merging with the ink.
A mechanical voice echoes in Piio's mind: **"CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE GAINED TWO NEW ELEMENTS: PLAGUE AND BLOOD. YOU MAY NOW CREATE NEW AVATARS."**
Piio smirks. "This is only the beginning."
The scene shifts to a small bedroom. Surya jolts awake, sweat dripping from his forehead. His breath is shaky.
"I'm... back," he whispers. Memories of a dark future flood his mind, one where power-hungry masters control avatars—creatures that fight for them in a twisted game of dominance. The only way to survive is to gain more powerful pathways, which grant access to powerful avatars.
But now, Surya has been given a second chance.
He glances at the clock. It's 4:40 a.m. Outside, the streets are eerily silent, the dawn still hours away. He knows today is the day everything in his life will change.
Rushing out of bed, he throws on his jacket and races to the playground. His feet pound against the pavement, his heart racing—not from exhaustion, but from the knowledge of what's about to happen.
Once he reaches the playground, Surya heads to the tree at the far right corner. He stands beneath it and mutters under his breath, "I'm here... to take the exam of the Avater."
Surya's mind races. *"In the future, someone gains the 'Avater' pathway here. In twenty years, he becomes a god. But this time... it'll be me."*
Suddenly, a voice booms in his mind: **"YOU NOW POSSESS THE AVATER PATHWAY."**
"What?! That easily?!" Surya is stunned. Before he can process what just happened, another announcement follows:
**"NOW, THE FIRST EXAM BEGINS."**
A figure materializes in front of him—a man dressed entirely in red, with deep yellow hair that shimmers in the faint light. He looks almost like a boss from a game. His eyes lock on Surya.
"You want my power, don't you?" the man says, a mocking smile curling at his lips. "But you're not ready. No weapons, no skills... How do you plan to defeat me?"
Surya clenches his fists. "Who said I need skills? Give me a weapon, and I'll crush you."
The man chuckles. "Bold words, but I can't give you a weapon. That's against the rules. However..." He smirks, glancing at Surya. "I'll make you a deal. I won't use a weapon either. Let's see what you can—"
*BAM!*
Before he can finish his sentence, Surya lunges forward with blinding speed. His fist slams into the man's chest with the force of a wrecking ball. Blood spews from the man's mouth as his heart skips a beat.
"W-What...?" The man stumbles backward, clutching his chest, his eyes wide with shock.
Surya's eyes blaze with determination. "You talk too much."
In seconds, the man's body dissolves into flames, leaving behind a single glowing orb. Surya recognizes it immediately: a *Power Orb*, the essence of a fallen master's pathway.
As he reaches out to grab it, the orb moves on its own, merging into his hand. Power surges through his veins, and his tattoo burns bright.
**"YOU HAVE OBTAINED THE FIRE AND METAL PATHWAYS, AS WELL AS THE CREATION PATH."**
Surya grins, flexing his fingers as the newfound strength courses through him. "With this... I'll rewrite my destiny."
The world is one where power is everything, where the strong command fearsome avatars to fight on their behalf. But only those with the right pathways can summon the mightiest avatars. Surya, now armed with knowledge from the future, is determined to seize control of his destiny and climb to the top.
Each pathway he gains brings him closer to becoming a god, but powerful enemies stand in his way—masters who already hold the title of godlike beings. The stakes are higher than ever, and in this brutal world, only the most ruthless will survive.
Surya's eyes narrow as he looks toward the horizon. "I won't just survive—I'll rule."
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In front of **J.C. Highschool, South 24 Parganas**, a tall man stands alone, his black coat flowing with the wind. His face is sharp, unreadable, with an aura of authority around him. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the school grounds.
A boy wearing the school uniform approaches. He has glasses and a cautious expression.
"Sair, I'm doing my duties. Why did you call me out?" the boy asks, glancing around nervously. His name is Raja, and he knows better than to question the man's orders—but something feels off today.
The man's voice is low and serious. "A spy from the Gate family arrived in this city today. From now on, your mission is to protect the young master with utmost care."
Raja's eyes widen slightly. The Gate family... one of the most powerful families tied to dangerous pathways. "Yes, sair. I understand. I'll be on high alert."
"And one more thing," the man continues, his gaze sharp as a blade. "I hear that today, everyone will receive their pathways. Watch the young master closely. Things are about to shift."
"Yes, sair. I'll keep an eye on him," Raja responds, nodding firmly before heading back inside the school.
The first class of the day begins. The headmaster, a stern-looking man with silver hair, steps into the eleventh-grade classroom.
"Everyone, listen up! You have a new teacher starting today. Please welcome Mr. Tapash Roy."
As the new teacher enters, the students stir with curiosity. However, what really catches their attention is the student walking in behind him. It's **Surya**, wearing the perfect school uniform, his glasses gleaming in the light. He looks sharper, more confident than ever before.
Whispers ripple through the room.
"Hey... is that Surya? He looks... different," one boy mutters.
"Yeah, I know! He's always been quiet, but now... he seems kinda cool," another boy adds.
"I think he looks *way* sexier," a girl giggles softly.
A boy lying lazily on his desk finally stirs, raising his head at the commotion. It's Raja. When he locks eyes with Surya, he's momentarily taken aback. There's something unnerving about the way Surya is looking at him—like he knows every secret, every hidden detail of Raja's life.
Surya sits beside him and casually greets, "Good morning, Raja."
But Raja doesn't respond. He's too caught up in trying to understand why Surya's presence feels so... overwhelming.
School has ended, and the sun is setting. Surya finds himself alone in the classroom, cleaning up at the request of his teacher.
"Am I really the only one left at this hour?" he grumbles, sweeping the room. "All those idiots ditched me to clean this entire classroom alone. And on top of that, the teacher asked me for help. At least I got the tough part done. Now to finish this and head home."
But as he works, a chill runs down his spine. Something feels wrong—like someone's watching him. Surya pauses, gripping the broom tightly. His eyes scan the empty classroom.
"Hey... Raja. I know you're there. Come out already."
Silence.
Surya frowns. "Weird. I could've sworn someone was—wait..." His mind races. Something clicks. "Where is he? Why hasn't he shown up? Is he in danger?!"
Without another thought, Surya bolts from the room. "Oh, shit! I'm too late!"
He races through the empty halls, his heart pounding. Skidding to a stop at the back of the school, he spots two figures locked in a deadly confrontation. It's Raja—and standing against him is none other than their class teacher, **Pushkar Saho**.
Both of them summon swords from thin air, their weapons gleaming ominously as they clash in the fading light. The sound of metal echoes through the empty yard.
"What the hell is going on?!" Surya shouts, stepping forward, his voice filled with uncertainty.
Both fighters pause, turning to face him. Raja's face is strained with determination, but it's Pushkar's expression that sends chills down Surya's spine. The teacher's twisted smile stretches unnaturally across his face, his eyes glinting with malice.
"Ah, Surya... You've arrived just in time," Pushkar says, his voice dripping with mockery. "I was planning to deal with you *after* I took care of this fool." He gestures to Raja, who is breathing heavily, clearly outmatched. "But now that you're here... well, it saves me the trouble. Hahaha! Ahaha... HAHAHA!"
Pushkar's maniacal laughter rings out, echoing through the yard. Surya clenches his fists. *This isn't good... I don't even know how to use my power yet. They said the ceremony was tomorrow!*
His mind races. *What do I do?* Surya had known today would be the day things would change, but he hadn't expected it to be like this. Pushkar's twisted grin grows wider as he raises his sword, pointing it directly at Surya.
"Well then, Surya... Let's see if you can survive long enough to discover what you really are."
Surya takes a step back, panic bubbling inside him. *I need to think fast. I can't fight like this—I don't even know my pathway yet!*
Pushkar lunges forward, sword gleaming, aiming straight for Surya's chest. But before the blade can connect, Raja charges in with a desperate shout, blocking the strike with his own sword.
"Surya, RUN!" Raja yells, straining to hold back Pushkar's overwhelming force.
Surya hesitates, but something deep inside him stirs. He watches as Raja struggles to hold off their teacher—a teacher who's now clearly more than he seems. *This can't be real... but it is. I can't just run... not now.*
Suddenly, a strange warmth spreads through his right hand, and his heart begins to race. A faint glow surrounds his palm.
"What is this...?" Surya mutters. But there's no time to question it. He feels a power awakening inside him.
Pushkar's eyes narrow. "Oh? So, you're starting to feel it, aren't you? The power that's been sleeping inside you all along."
Surya's gaze hardens. *No more running. Not today.*