Title: Titan Reborn
Chapter 1: The Awakening
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The last thing I remember was the sound of screeching tires, the weightless feeling of my body being flung through the air, and then—nothing.
When I woke up, everything was different.
My limbs felt like they were carved from stone, my skin tingled with an unnatural energy, and when I took a breath, the air filled my lungs like a deep cavern. I wasn't just alive—I was something more.
I tried to move and realized I was lying on a thin, rough mattress. A ceiling fan spun lazily overhead, its blades creaking. The room smelled of damp earth and old sweat, like a place that had seen too many hard days. I sat up, my joints cracking like thunder. That's when I noticed my hands.
They were massive.
Thick, powerful fingers. Veins bulging beneath bronzed skin. These weren't my hands.
A flash of panic gripped me. I stumbled to my feet, nearly toppling over. My legs felt foreign, my balance off. I turned to a cracked mirror hanging on the wall, barely able to fit my face into the frame. And then—I saw him.
No. I saw me.
But not as I was before.
Towering at over seven feet, my reflection was a giant of a man. Broad jaw, thick brows, deep-set eyes filled with something unreadable—strength, perhaps, or the weight of an impossible reality. A face I recognized from history, from TV screens, from wrestling rings that once shook under his steps.
I had transmigrated into The Great Khali.
But not as the world knew him. I was young. My body wasn't just powerful; it was different. A deep energy pulsed through my veins. My muscles coiled with something beyond human—a latent force waiting to be unleashed.
I clenched my fists.
Memories flickered—some mine, some his. A small village in India, a life of struggle, the scorching sun beating down on endless days of labor. But beneath those memories, something else stirred.
A voice.
A whisper in my mind.
You are more than this.
I exhaled, a slow breath that sent a shiver through my massive frame. The reality settled in. I was no longer the man I once was. I was Dalip Singh Rana—but with something else, something unnatural inside me.
The Super Soldier Serum.
My heart pounded like a war drum.
The door creaked open. A thin man, his face etched with hardship, peered inside. He blinked up at me, his mouth slightly open as if seeing me for the first time.
"Dalip?" he asked in Hindi, hesitant.
I turned to him, feeling the raw power humming in my body. The world outside that door was waiting. My new life had begun.
And I would carve my name into history—not just as The Great Khali.
But as something more.
A Titan Reborn.
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End of Chapter 1