While Shubhu quietly made his way toward the mysterious dungeon, determined to uncover its secrets, far away in the grand academy of Satal, a teacher named Ramesh gathered his students for a lesson. Ramesh wasn't just any teacher—he was the heir of the God of All Knowledge, his wisdom unmatched in the realm.
"Children," Ramesh began in a calm but commanding voice, "as you know, this planet we live on today is not what it used to be two years ago. It was formed when two planets, Earth and Satal, merged due to a catastrophic event. What you see around you now—our land, the skies, even the flow of time—was once very different."
The students leaned in closer, their eyes wide with curiosity. This was a story often spoken of in fragments, but Ramesh's version always brought new details to life.
"Surviving here without divine powers would have been impossible," Ramesh continued. "That's why the gods chose heirs among us, granting us their power. But do you know how this all began? How the peaceful worlds of Earth and Satal were thrown into chaos?"
The room fell silent. Everyone was eager to hear the full story.
"It all started on Earth," Ramesh said, pacing slowly. "There was once a scientist, a man named Shubhu. He was brilliant, curious, and reckless. His research into time and space—forces far beyond human control—led to an experiment that caused a massive explosion. This explosion tore through the fabric of reality, merging our two worlds into one. In an instant, everything changed."
The students gasped. The merging of the planets was legendary, but hearing it described this way made the disaster feel even more real.
"Both Earth and Satal were peaceful before this," Ramesh explained, "but after the merger, the laws of physics and nature themselves went haywire. Our planet grew far larger than it had been before. Days became longer, nights darker. Time itself slowed and stretched in strange ways. Dormant volcanoes erupted, oceans collided, and earthquakes shattered the land. The merger wasn't just a catastrophe—it was a rebirth of both worlds."
The students sat in silence, trying to imagine the scale of such destruction.
"But the chaos didn't stop with nature," Ramesh said, his voice lowering. "Human nature was tested too. In the first weeks, cities descended into anarchy. Food and water were scarce, and governments collapsed. People fought in the streets, and crime surged. It was a time of brutality. The strong took what they wanted, and the weak suffered."
A few students exchanged nervous glances, horrified by this darker side of the story.
"The rules of Satal and Earth changed overnight," Ramesh continued. "Time, gravity, even life and death itself were warped. The gods were silent at first, unaware or in slumber. In this chaos, monsters appeared—creatures born from the twisted energy of Shubhu's experiment."
The students shuddered. They had heard stories about the monsters, but Ramesh's account made them feel all too real.
"Monsters roamed freely," Ramesh said gravely, "some of them once human, others pulled from the darkest corners of reality. Cities fell, and people fled in terror. For a year, it seemed like all hope was lost."
A student raised his hand nervously. "Sir... how did it stop? How did we survive?"
Ramesh nodded. "A year after the disaster, the gods finally awakened from their slumber. They saw the devastation and intervened. They chose heirs from among the survivors, granting their powers so we could fight back. But remember this," Ramesh's tone grew serious, "being chosen as an heir doesn't mean you are a god. Heirs are humans who possess godly powers, but that doesn't make them divine. They are entrusted with these powers to protect and restore balance, not to rule like gods."
The students listened carefully. Heirs weren't gods; they were humans chosen to carry divine powers temporarily.
"But sir," one student asked hesitantly, "what happened to Shubhu, the one who caused all of this?"
At this, Ramesh's expression darkened again. "Ah, Shubhu... After the disaster, people wanted justice. The gods were furious. He was captured, and his punishment was to be severe."
The students sat up straight, eager to hear the next part.
"But before his sentencing," Ramesh continued, "something strange happened. Shubhu vanished into a portal. No one—neither gods nor humans—has been able to locate him since. It's as though he disappeared from existence."
Another student raised her hand. "Do you think Shubhu is still alive?"
Ramesh's eyes narrowed. "It's hard to say. Some believe he was consumed by his own power, lost in the depths of time and space. Others think he escaped to another dimension. What we do know is that even the gods cannot track him. Whatever became of him, he was no ordinary man."
The room buzzed with whispers. Was Shubhu still out there, hiding in the shadows? Or had he met a fate worse than death?
As Ramesh wrapped up the lesson, he couldn't help but wonder the same thing. Shubhu, the scientist responsible for merging two worlds—what had become of him? And what role would he play in the future of this strange, new world?