Before
As Madhav and Meera's car neared his home, a lone figure on a bike trailed them from a distance, watching silently.
The rider did not move closer, only observing as Madhav stepped out of the car and go inside the house. When he emerged minutes later, dragging his unconscious parents out to safety, the figure remained hidden, waiting.
Then Madhav re-entered the house.
The rider exhaled sharply, tapping his fingers against the handle of the bike.
"Where the hell are they?" he muttered, glancing around impatiently.
Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity—until, finally, a black SUV pulled up nearby.
Several armed men stepped out, their boots crunching against the gravel.
One of them—a stocky man with a scar across his cheek—walked up to the rider.
"Why are you late?" the rider demanded, irritation flickering in his voice.
The scarred man sighed. "Blame Vikash. He hit someone's bicycle on the way."
Another man, presumably Vikash, scowled. "Tch. That idiot was in my way."
The scarred man continued, "And if that wasn't enough, near this house, he crashed into a parked car. A girl got injured."
The rider gritted his teeth. "You fools—!" But before he could say more—
They all turned toward the house. Their eyes widened. Half of the house it was destroyed.
Through the gaping hole in the structure, they could see everything.
Inside, Madhav and Purav were locked in a fight. The two brothers clashed violently, flames flickering in the debris around them.
Vikash let out a low whistle. "Damn. Looks like they're fighting over something."
The rider's sharp gaze narrowed. He spotted a golden coin on the ground and the small box in hand of madhav.
And then—
Purav lunged toward it.
Vikash grinned. "Now's our chance." He gripped his gun, fingers tightening around the trigger.
"Can I shoot?" he asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.
The rider hesitated for just a moment before giving a curt nod. "Do it."
Without another word—
A gunshot rang through the air. The bullet pierced through Purav's body.
For a moment, everything froze.
Purav stumbled. His hands trembled as he touched the wound, blood staining his fingers. He turned to look at Madhav. He collapsed.
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A shaky camera feed flickered on, capturing the dark, eerie street outside Madhav's house. A young man, Luv, held the camera at arm's length, grinning.
"Hello, my dear friends! Welcome to JustCode Vlogs! And Don't forget to subscribe to my new channel, Mystigan! This video is also available there now.
, let me tell you what's happening…"
The camera panned slightly as Luv adjusted his grip. "So, a car hit my bicycle earlier—yeah, you heard that right! And I followed that car all the way here. But guys, this place is dead silent. Seriously, something weird is going on."
Luv turned the camera toward a damaged car parked nearby.
"Whoa, look at this! Someone rammed into this car. And—wait a second…"
The camera zoomed in.
A girl was sitting on the ground, leaning against the car. It was Meera.
Luv hurried over, setting his camera on a stable surface before kneeling beside her.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.
Meera winced slightly, adjusting her position. "Yeah, just a minor injury. My leg got hurt when a car suddenly came out of nowhere and hit me."
Luv let out a relieved breath. "Alright, you seem fine. Just a small injury." He paused, then flashed a grin. "By the way, do you know what's going on here? This place feels... off. And why is nobody outside?"
Meera shook her head. "I have no idea."
Luv tilted his head, clearly intrigued. "Come on, you can tell me. And don't think I'm some random guy, okay? I'm actually a really famous vlogger. You know, JustCode Vlogs?"
Meera raised an eyebrow. "Never heard of it."
Luv blinked, looking genuinely offended with funny reaction. "Ouch. That hurts."
Before he could say anything else—
BOOM!
A deafening explosion echoed through the air. The ground shook violently, and the distant roar of a collapsing building filled the silence.
Meera and Luv snapped their heads toward the source of the noise.
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.
Luv grabbed his camera with a shaky hand. "Guys, did you hear that?! What the hell just happened?! This is insane!"
The screen flickered as he zoomed in, capturing the rising dust cloud.
Something terrify was happened ,
Luv's live audience was also to witness it all.
In present time,
Madhav stood still, his body tense with grief and rage. His eyes burned with a mix of sorrow and fury as he faced the thirteen armed men standing before his half-destroyed house. The air smelled of smoke and gunpowder, and the eerie silence of the neighborhood only added to the tension.
A man stepped forward, Vikash, grinning like a fool. "Hey, bro, I think I kinda… fired my gun by mistake." His tone was casual, mocking. "Too bad your brother stepped in front of the bullet, huh? Don't take it personally."
A few of his men snickered, smirking as if Purav's death was nothing more than a joke.
Madhav's fists clenched. His heart pounded with rage. He wanted to rip that grin off Vikash's face.
Another man—the leader, Rider—spoke next. His voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp.
"Enough talk. Madhav, you have something that belongs to us."
Madhav's hand instinctively brushed against the small box in his pocket, the cursed golden coin hidden inside.
"This coin and box belonged to my grandfather. I won't return them to you."
One of Vikash's men scoffed. "Then we'll just kill you and take it."
Vikash's smile widened. "That makes it easier for us."
Rider raised a hand, silencing them. His gaze stayed on Madhav. "You saw what we can do. We have guns. You can't win. Give it to us, and you walk away alive."
Madhav took a deep breath. His brother was dead. His home was in ruins. His parents lay unconscious. What more did he have to lose?
"You already killed my brother." His voice was low, dangerous. "I don't care about my life anymore."
He pulled the box from his pocket and held it up. The men stared at it, their eyes glinting with greed. Then, he slowly tucked it back inside his pocket.
"But I'm not giving it to you."
The air grew heavy. A stocky man with a deep scar on his cheek growled in anger.
"This kid's got a death wish." His voice was rough, impatient. "Let me handle him."
Madhav smirked slightly. "Oh? You think you're brave because you attack from behind?
The stocky man's face twisted in rage. Rider, however, grinned.
"Alright," Rider said, amused. "No sneak attacks this time. We'll do this the fair way—face to face."
He turned to the stocky man. "Don't disappoint me. Make it entertaining."
The stocky man cracked his knuckles, grinning viciously. "You know I never lose a fight."
Then he charged.
Madhav stood his ground. The moment the stocky man leaped toward him—Madhav raised his right hand and whispered a single word.
"Unconscious."
Suddenly the stocky man's body went limp mid-air. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground like a ragdoll. Completely unconscious.
The remaining men froze in shock.
Madhav looked down at the fallen man, his breathing steady. He had just tested his new skill. And it worked.
Then a voice echoed in his mind.
"One enemy unconscious. Nine remain."
Rider's eyes widened in shock as he knelt beside the stocky man, checking for signs of life. The man was breathing, but completely unresponsive. It was as if he had been switched off like a light.
Vikash took a step back, his face twisted in confusion and fear.
"What the hell just happened?!" he blurted out. He turned to his remaining men, rage flaring in his eyes. "Kill that bastard now!"
The remaining gunmen didn't hesitate. They pulled out their weapons and charged toward Madhav, firing bullets in his direction.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Madhav moved fast. He dodged left, barely avoiding a bullet that whizzed past his ear. Another shot grazed his sleeve, but he kept going. His instincts screamed at him to fight back.
Then, he focused.
His eyes locked onto one of the gunmen. He raised his right hand and spoke firmly:
"Unconscious."
The gunman staggered, his grip loosening on the weapon. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto the ground, motionless.
Madhav didn't stop.
He turned to the next man.
"Unconscious."
Another fell. Then another.
One by one, bodies dropped like puppets with their strings cut.
Five down. Then six. Then seven.
Vikash stared in horror as his men crumpled to the ground, powerless to resist.
Madhav took a step forward.
"Unconscious."
The eighth fell.
"Unconscious."
The ninth hit the dirt.
Then, the tenth.
Madhav felt something shift inside him. A strange sensation—like an invisible weight pressing against his chest.
And then, just as suddenly, it vanished.
A voice echoed in his mind.
"Skill limit reached: 10 enemies unconscious."
Madhav exhaled sharply. He had reached his limit. Now, only three men remained standing.
Rider. Vikash. And one last member of their team.
The battlefield was silent. Only the distant crackling of fire and the soft rustling of the wind could be heard.
Vikash took a shaky step back, his face pale.
"H-How… How the hell did you do that?!"
Rider's expression was different. He wasn't afraid. He was intrigued.
Vikash's face twisted in rage as he pointed a shaking finger at Madhav.
"What the hell kind of trick are you pulling?!" he shouted.
Madhav exhaled slowly, his heartbeat steady despite the chaos around him.
"I don't know," he admitted, his voice calm but firm. "It's new for me too."
Rider smirked, watching Madhav with sharp, calculating eyes.
"As I thought… you got some kind of power from the coin."
Vikash turned to him, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"What the hell are you talking about? And why didn't anyone tell me about this?" he snapped.
Rider shrugged. "I didn't know either."
Madhav rolled his shoulders, stepping forward.
"Are you both done talking?" he asked. His voice was cold, unwavering. "Because now, I'm going to make the three of you just like the others lying on the ground. Then, I'll kill you."
Vikash clenched his fists, his fury boiling over.
"You arrogant bastard—"
But Rider raised a hand, silencing him. His grin widened.
"That's not going to happen," Rider said smoothly. "You've already hit your limit. If we were going to drop, you would've used that little 'trick' of yours by now."
Madhav's expression didn't change, but inside, he knew Rider was right.
He had reached his limit.
Vikash let out a short laugh. "So that's it? You can't use that power anymore?"
He tilted his head, then sneered. "Well, that means I get to kill you myself."
Without warning, Vikash raised his gun and fired.
Bang!
Another shot followed as the remaining gunman pulled the trigger.
The bullets hurtled toward Madhav, cutting through the smoke-filled air—aimed straight for his chest.
Madhav tried to dodge the gunfire, his breath ragged as he sprinted across the debris-covered ground. But he wasn't fast enough.
Bang!
A sharp pain exploded in his leg. He staggered, nearly falling as the bullet tore through flesh and muscle. Blood soaked his jeans, the searing pain making it hard to move.
Rider's eyes gleamed as he approached. "Looks like the bullet went clean through. Don't worry, though—" he crouched beside Madhav, gripping his hair and yanking his head back. "We're not trying to kill you. Just hand over the box, and we'll let you live."
Madhav, despite the pain, smirked.
Rider's expression darkened. "What the hell are you smiling at?"
From behind, Vikash shouted, "Why are you even bothering?! Just kill him already and take the damn box!"
Rider turned to glare at Vikash—and that was all the opening Madhav needed.
With a surge of strength, Madhav shoved Rider away, breaking free of his grip. He dashed toward the unconscious stocky man, his injured leg slowing him down but not stopping him.
"Shoot him!" Vikash barked.
His remaining teammate fired. Bang! Bang!
Madhav threw himself forward, grabbing the stocky man's limp body and using it as a human shield.
Thud! The gunfire struck the stocky man, his body jerking before going still. Madhav gritted his teeth as he felt the weight grow heavier in his arms—another life lost, another kill on Vikash's hands.
Then, suddenly—
A voice echoed inside Madhav's head.
"You have awakened new skills: Master Arts and Basic Fight Style."
A strange sensation flooded his body, something primal and powerful. His hands clenched into fists. His pain dulled.
Madhav exhaled slowly, his wounded body suddenly feeling… lighter.
He lifted his gaze to Vikash and Rider.
Rider watched his friend's lifeless body hit the ground. His breath came in short gasps, rage clouding his mind. "Forget the damn box! Kill him! Kill him now!" he roared.
Vikash's face twisted into a manic grin. "Gladly."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire roared as Vikash and his last remaining ally emptied their magazines, bullets tearing through the air toward Madhav.
But Madhav had become a blur.
His body weaved between the bullets, moving with speed.
In a flash, he closed the gap between him and Vikash, launching a powerful kick straight to Vikash's chest. Crack! Vikash flew backward, crashing hard onto the ground.
The only team member as a gunman pulled the trigger—click!
Out of bullets.
Madhav's eyes locked onto him. In the next instant, Madhav vanished from sight—only to reappear right in front of him.
Before the man could react, Madhav's fist crushed into his jaw. A second punch slammed into his gut. A final spinning kick sent him flying like a ragdoll, his body hitting the ground, unmoving.
Madhav turned toward Rider. Blood dripped from Rider's face as he staggered to his feet. But before he could react, Madhav was already there.
A brutal uppercut. A knee to the ribs. A final devastating roundhouse kick.
Rider's body sailed through the air before crashing into a pile of debris. He groaned, barely conscious.
Madhav turned back to Vikash.
Vikash, gasping for breath, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, metal device.
A fire bomb.
His lips curled into a wicked smile. "Let's see if you survive this."
With all his strength, he hurled the bomb toward Madhav.
The moment it hit the ground—BOOM!
A massive explosion erupted. Flames roared in every direction, swallowing Madhav whole. The shockwave sent Vikash stumbling back, his skin burning from the sheer heat.
He grinned.
This time, Madhav was finished.
But as the fire began to die down, smoke billowing into the night sky—Vikash's grin faded.
His hands trembled. His eyes widened in disbelief.
Through the smoke—Madhav still stood with attitude.
Fire clung to his body, but instead of burning him, it healed him.
His wounds sealed. His strength surged.
A deep, eerie voice echoed in his mind:
"Heat Resistance Skill Activated."
Madhav clenched his fists as flames danced across his arms. His eyes burned with an unnatural glow.
He stepped forward.
Vikash stumbled back. "W-What the hell are you?!"
Madhav took a slow step forward, his body still wreathed in fire. His eyes burned with cold fury as he stared at Vikash.
Vikash, despite his usual arrogance, felt a shiver crawl down his spine. But he forced a smirk, masking his fear with false bravado. "S-Stay back! Don't forget—I still have a gun!"
His hands trembled as he raised his weapon, finger tightening on the trigger.
But he was too slow.
Bang!
A gunshot echoed through the air.
Vikash barely registered the pain before his legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed, staring up at Madhav in shock.
What just happened?
His fingers twitched. His breath came in ragged gasps. He wanted to say something—to curse, to beg—but darkness was already swallowing him whole.
His last sight was Madhav's unflinching, wrathful gaze.
And then—nothing.
Madhav exhaled, said One left.
He turned toward Rider, who lay sprawled in the dirt, barely able to move. Blood trickled from his lips as he stared up at Madhav with desperate eyes.
"L-Listen, brother… please…" Rider coughed, his voice weak. "Just give me the coin and the box. You don't understand what you have. I can—"
Bang!
Madhav didn't let him finish.
Rider's body jerked once—then went still.
Silence.
The night was heavy with the scent of smoke, blood, and gunpowder.
Madhav stood in the middle of the battlefield, his breath steady, his grip firm on the gun. His body ached, his leg throbbed from the bullet wound, but his mind was clear.
It was over.
Or so he thought.
His gaze shifted to the unconscious bodies still lying in the dirt. The ones who had been knocked out by his Unconscious Skill.
A dark thought crossed his mind.
He couldn't leave them alive.
He dragged the bodies together, piling them up like a mountain of corpses.
Madhav saw flames burning nearby. Seeing the fire, he grabbed a burning piece of wood and threw it at the bodies as mountain.
As fire started.
The flames roared to life, consuming the bodies instantly.
The heat shimmered in the air. The screams of the unconscious were short-lived.
By the time Meera arrived, she was met with a terrifying sight.
Madhav stood before a burning pyre of bodies.
The fire painted his silhouette in an eerie glow, his face unreadable as he watched the bodies turn to ash.
Meera took a step back, fear creeping into her voice. "Madhav… w-what have you done?"
Madhav didn't answer.