Rishi floated in the dark void, his body weightless and his senses numb. He felt as though he no longer existed in the physical world. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe. Yet, he knew he was alive. There was an eerie stillness in the darkness around him, but his mind was racing with questions.
Suddenly, in the distance, a faint golden light appeared. Its brightness cut through the dark void like a beacon, calling to him. Without even thinking, Rishi's body began to move toward the light, drawn by an invisible force. His heart pounded in his chest, and a strange sense of anticipation filled him. As he drifted closer, the light grew brighter, until it was almost blinding.
And then he saw it.
Inside the dazzling golden light, there wasn't just an object or energy source—it was a person. A figure stood tall and proud, radiating a godly aura. Rishi's breath caught in his throat as he recognized the figure immediately.
It was **Lord Karna**.
The legendary warrior from the Mahabharata, the son of the Sun God, the hero whose strength and courage were unparalleled. Rishi had read about Lord Karna many times, heard stories of his unmatched bravery, and admired him as one of the greatest figures in Indian mythology. But seeing him now, in the flesh, standing before him, was overwhelming.
Lord Karna stood there, glowing like a being from beyond this world. His golden armor shone like the sun itself, reflecting the light in all directions. The **Kavach**, the divine armor gifted to him by his father, was wrapped around his body, indestructible and magnificent. His **Kundal**, the earrings bestowed upon him at birth, sparked with divine energy. And in his hand, he held his mighty bow, the **Vijaya**, a weapon said to be capable of destroying entire armies with a single arrow.
Rishi was stunned. Lord Karna's presence was overwhelming. He stood like a king who ruled over heaven and earth, his gaze fierce, his posture unshakable. The aura around him was majestic, filling the void with a sense of power so great that it felt as though the very fabric of the universe was bending under his will.
Karna was more than just a warrior. He was the **Son of the Sun God**, a **demigod** who could fight on par with divine beings. He had been trained by Lord **Parashurama**, the avatar of Vishnu, one of the three supreme gods of the universe. Karna's strength was unrivaled, his mastery of weapons and combat was second to none, and his courage on the battlefield was legendary. He had fought entire armies single-handedly and emerged victorious time and time again. The only way to defeat him had been through deception, by stripping him of his divine armor and earrings.
And now, this legendary figure stood before Rishi, larger than life, his golden armor gleaming like a sun in the darkness. For a moment, Rishi couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The weight of Karna's presence felt like the world itself was pressing down on him. This was the man whose inheritance he had received. This was the warrior whose powers he was destined to unlock.
Rishi's heart surged with excitement and awe. He had heard of other legends, of powerful warriors and divine beings, but none compared to Karna. And now, Rishi had been given the chance to inherit his power.
As he approached Lord Karna, his steps slow and hesitant, Rishi felt the immense pressure of the warrior's aura, like an ocean pressing down on him. It was almost unbearable. His knees weakened under the weight of Karna's presence, but he forced himself to move forward. He had come this far—he couldn't stop now.
When Rishi stood at Karna's feet, the legendary figure slowly turned to face him. His piercing gaze met Rishi's, and in that moment, Rishi felt like the whole world had stopped. The power in Karna's eyes was too much—like staring directly into the sun.
Then, Lord Karna spoke, his voice deep and commanding, echoing through the void like thunder. "You, who are destined to receive my inheritance," Karna said, his tone firm yet filled with a sense of nobility. "You are tasked with more than just strength. Use my power to help those in need. Strive to bring peace to the world, even when the path seems impossible."
Rishi's heart raced. The voice of Karna was like a commandment from the heavens themselves. He could feel the weight of those words settling deep into his soul.
"I will," Rishi whispered, though his voice trembled. "I'll do everything I can. I'll become strong enough to protect everyone, to fight for humanity… and to make this world a better place."
With that, Karna's majestic figure began to fade. His body shimmered, turning into golden particles of light. The particles surrounded Rishi, merging into him, becoming part of his very being. Rishi could feel the energy surging through him, a power so immense that it felt like his body might explode. But it didn't. Instead, it settled within him, waiting to be unlocked, waiting to grow.
As the last of the light faded, the darkness returned. Rishi's mind swirled with excitement and awe. He now possessed the inheritance of **Lord Karna**—his strength, his divine armor, his bow, and all the secret **mantras** and **weapons** that Karna had wielded. But Rishi knew this power wouldn't come all at once. He would have to grow, to level up, to earn each piece of Karna's strength bit by bit.
Before he could process all of what had just happened, a flash of light blinded him once more. When his vision cleared, he found himself standing on the familiar platform from *Hope*. The same platform from his previous life. Around him were other players, just like before, but Rishi was no longer the same.
He looked down at himself, feeling the weight of his new destiny. A small smile crept onto his lips. This time, things would be different.
A soft voice interrupted his thoughts. "Welcome to *Hope*. Please choose your character name and profession."
Rishi turned and saw the familiar **Game Elf**, a virtual assistant guiding him through the process. In his previous life, he had chosen the path of the **Swordsman**. But now, with the inheritance of Lord Karna, his path had already been decided.
"I choose to be an **Archer**," Rishi said, his voice steady, remembering Karna's divine bow, **Vijaya**. The Elf nodded, confirming his choice.
"And your name?" the Elf asked.
Rishi thought for a moment, the memories of his past life and his new resolve merging in his mind. "Rishi," he answered. This time, he would carry his own name into battle.
As the Elf completed the process, Rishi's gaze hardened. The game had begun, but for him, it was more than just a game. It was his second chance. His journey to become stronger, to protect the people he loved, to find those who had betrayed humanity—and to bring peace to the world.
And this time, with the power of Lord Karna behind him, Rishi was determined to stand above all.
This was just the beginning. Beginning of his legendary journey to reach the top.