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Somewhere in India...
A man with a long, scruffy beard and equally long, unkempt hair walked down the street. He looked young, probably around 22, but his eyes told a different story. They were the kind of eyes that would remain indifferent even if someone placed a crown on his head and said you are the king. He wouldn't feel a shred of joy.
This is how depression looks like.
My name is Ganesh Kumar. I live in a middle-class village family with flawed parents who did their best with what they had to raise me. I used to think society failed me, but the truth is, I failed society. I failed my parents.
Depression is terrible. It traps you in a worldview where nothing brings you joy. It feels like you're living every day in the filthiest clothes, as if even your own skin disgusts you. The World Health Organization ranks depression fourth in the global burden of diseases, and I can see why.
Anyway, I keep to myself, dragging along my miserable existence.
, while walking down the street, I noticed a car speeding toward me at 60 km/h. A young girl, probably around 10 years old, was walking beside me. The car was expensive, the kind only the rich can afford. Inside were a group of drunk teenagers, no older than 18.
In that moment, I knew I was probably going to die.
A primordial fear gripped me, making my heart pound like a drum. My brain went into overdrive, and everything slowed down. I could see the car moving closer, the distance between us shrinking. I realized I could dodge the car if I wanted to.
But the girl beside me couldn't.
They say those closest to despair are also closest to God. In that moment, I made my decision. I pushed the girl out of the car's path.
The result?
I died instantly.
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When I opened my eyes, an unbearable pain greeted me, like a thousand needles piercing through my head. As the pain subsided, I looked around. A forest stretched out before me.
"Where am I? Didn't I just die?" I muttered, my voice trembling, the fear of death still lingering in my body.
Suddenly, unfamiliar memories flooded my mind. Memories of a boy living in a small village with his mother and sister. The world seemed primitive—no phones, no computers, no internet. The village depends on hunting and gathering to live .
As I began to understand my situation, I spoke aloud, "Did I just get reincarnated? This feels like something straight out of a fantasy web novel."
I surveyed my surroundings. In front of me was a lush forest, a flowing river, the sound of birds singing, and the scent of fresh air.
I went to the riverbank to see my reflection. What stared back at me was the face of a 15-year-old boy—beautiful and feminine, so much so that in a high school, every boy would've been dying to get close to me.
Panicked, I immediately checked for the presence of my "little brother."
"Oh, thank God it's still there... and a bit bigger than before," I sighed in relief. "Who would've thought a feminine boy could carry such a big bazooka?"
Suddenly, a chime echoed in my head. A translucent screen appeared in front of me. Startled, I recoiled, falling backward.
A voice filled the air:
"O noble spirit of noblest spirit, the World is impressed by your kind and sensitive nature toward others. The World is in chaos, corruption is rising, and evil lurks in the shadows. The balance is tilting toward disorder.
The World needs you to restore order and has decided to grant you its blessing. Spread your love ."
The screen changed, displaying a bunch of data:
Name: Kama
Power (Strength × Speed): 150
Strength: 20 (50) [Average Adult: 50]
Intelligence: 30 (100)
Speed: 15 (50) [Average Adult: 50]
Blessing: True human
Skills: Non.
Curse: curse of Asura
Description: you ability to pregnent decrease by 99% and your lust increase by 50%
Karma Points: 1100
kashic Records: (Using your Karma Points, you can access various techniques, skills, and items.)
Quest: none (quest is the manifestation of your desire, goal, you can decline if you want)
Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of a woman's voice, shouting a name.
"Kama! Where are you? Kama!".