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That Time I Got Reincarnated With Gacha System In Mahabharata

(This Story Takes Place In AU So, Don't Expect To Go Things As It Was In the Original Mahabharat.) Hindu x Greek x Norse (Mythologies Included) ******************* My name is Aditya. I am a seventeen-year-old who used to live in Kurukshetra, Haryana, and, of course, an orphan. Life was ordinary until a tragic accident took me away from the modern world—only to be reborn in a time I had only read about in history books: the Mahabharata era. As for how I got to this conclusion? Well, the answer to that question lies with the man-god sitting far away from me with a mischievous smile on his handsome face—Lord Krishna. It seems my memories awakened at a significant moment: the Swayamvara of Draupadi. Standing amidst an assembly of kings and warriors, I watch as Karna is insulted and humiliated for his lower caste. The tension in the air was palpable, and I realized that I was witnessing one of the most pivotal events in the Mahabharata. My heart raced with both excitement and dread. But as I tried to process this, something even stranger happened—a voice echoed in my mind. [Welcome, User! You have activated the Gacha System.] What on earth? Or rather, what in the Mahabharata? Before I could even fully comprehend the situation, I felt a strange pull within me, like an invisible force connecting me to something far greater. The system interface appeared in front of my eyes, listing various abilities, weapons, and companions—all locked behind a gacha mechanism. Apparently, I had been reincarnated not just as a mere observer but with a cheat ability straight out of a video game. The Gacha System allowed me to draw random skills, weapons, or even templates from the grand pool of every mythological lore. But there was a catch: each draw required "Fate Points," and earning those points meant altering the events of this world. As I stood there, watching the unfolding drama with Karna, I realized that I was no longer just a bystander. I had the power to change history, for better or worse. But meddling with destiny in such a grand tale came with unimaginable consequences. What if I anger the gods? What if I change the fate of heroes like Arjuna, Karna, or Bhishma? The weight of it all hit me like a thunderbolt. Still, one thing was certain—I couldn't let things play out the way they did in the original story, not if I had the power to make things right. With the Gacha System at my side, I had the chance to rewrite the Mahabharata itself. But I needed to be cautious. Lord Krishna’s knowing gaze seemed to pierce through me as if he already knew about my unique circumstances. Was he testing me? Guiding me? Or simply waiting to see how my actions would shape the future? Then let's start with this event itself. ********************** Disclaimer: Remember, this is a fanfiction about Mahabharata. Not "Original" Mahabharata. I have no intention to harm anyone's religious belief, I am just writing a what-if story from my perspective. If you don't like it, So I kindly request you not read further this.
Suryaputra_Karna01 · 365.8K Views

Rise of the Primimials

Before the gods, before the first flames of creation, before even the concept of form or thought—there was only The Void. Silent. Infinite. Unshaped. And yet, within this boundless abyss, something stirred. From the nothingness, three forces emerged, like threads weaving together the first fabric of existence. These were not gods, nor were they beings of thought—they were essences, fundamental truths of reality itself. Each one distinct, yet inseparably bound to the others, ensuring that creation could ever take root. The Continuum of Space—The foundation upon which all things are built. Without it, nothing could exist in form or structure. It is the skeleton of reality, defining boundaries, distances, and the vastness of the cosmos. It separates matter from void, the heavens from the abyss, and ensures that existence is not a singular, undivided mass. The Flow of Time—The great river that moves all things forward. Without it, existence would be an eternal, stagnant moment, neither past nor future, only an endless Now. It is the force that dictates growth, decay, and the very concept of change. The Essence of Emotion—The spark that gave purpose to creation. Where Space gave form and Time gave movement, Emotion gave meaning. It is the will of existence itself, the force that fuels ambition, hope, despair, and desire. Without it, creation would have no direction, no dreams, no soul. These three primal forces intertwined like the threads of an infinite loom, shaping reality from nothingness. Their collision did not simply create a single world—it birthed the Multiverse, an infinite sea of realms, each one a unique reflection of the interplay between these cosmic truths. Where Space stretched, galaxies bloomed. Where Time flowed, stars ignited, burned, and faded. Where Emotion stirred, life took root, seeking purpose in the infinite. Percy Atlas Magus, was admitted to a prestigious university frequented by heirs of powerful Chaebol families. A devastating accident soon followed, tearing apart the Magus family. Percy survived only to awaken in a strangely altered reality—one where his beloved twin sister Camilia, became unrecognizably distant, and the sudden introduction of someone he didn't realize was family. Now, Percy must navigate this perplexing new reality, guided by an enigmatic floating screen {Infinite Omega System.} With his path intertwined with cosmic forces and familial bonds strained by fate itself, Percy’s journey becomes one of survival, reconciliation, and the pursuit of hidden truths. Join him as he battles the challenges of his altered life, unlocking the secrets of the universe and the powerful legacy that awaits him and his sisters—the foretold awakening of the Triquetra, the legendary Power of Three
Po3_TrinityCPE · 2.8K Views

When A Filipino got Isekai'd with a Twist ! "only I can summon those!"

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the weak summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time. yeah that's me your accidental hero!
WrathBuh69 · 11.4K Views

Ventures

“I Dare you to Say that again he said with a stern look he closed the gap between them, Elsa responded you will not marry me I will not be your wi…. before completing the sentence he kissed her hard like his life depends on it” Anthony Atlas the powerful CEO and underground boss he had always gotten want he wanted and will not settle for no, consumed by his will to make everyone obey him except Elsa who is hell bent on being difficult, Anthony is determined to make Elsa his wife by all means as the agreement signed by her father Elsa Jacob, on the other hand, a mind reader a ruthless businesswoman doesn’t heed to anyone’s and will not be compelled by any man. she is strong willed and is willing to die for her family they are everything to her and will do everything to stop the marriage. one evening after a long day at work Anthony’s anger boils as he watch Elsa get into another man’s car, he broke into her room waited for her to come in as soon as she did he dragged her to the bed pinned under him with a thunderous voice he said “ We are getting married next month I don’t care how you feel no more “ Elsa panicked mixed with the excitement she felt within her , she knew wanted him could it be the bond her grandmother talked about, with this she was more determined to cut him off. As Anthony obsession , grew stronger she began to lose herself in his darkness . Will she succumb to his ruthless obsession over her or will she find away to break the bond between them ? WARNING: This story contains mature content, including explicit scenes, obsessive behavior, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised. Tags #R18 #possesive #obbessive #Smut #slowburner
Fionacharming · 430 Views

NanoAethosCoinRecovery

I had always been cautious with my cryptocurrency, double-checking wallet addresses, enabling two-factor authentication, and avoiding suspicious investment schemes. But even the most careful investors can fall victim to scams. It happened on a quiet evening when I received an urgent message from what appeared to be my trading platform. The message claimed my account had been compromised and that immediate action was needed. Panic set in. Without thinking, I clicked the link, followed the instructions, and unknowingly transferred 2.5 BTC, my life savings to a scammer’s wallet. The realization hit me like a thunderbolt. My funds were gone. Customer support was no help, the blockchain was irreversible, and the scammer had vanished. I felt hopeless. Then, a friend told me about NanoAethosCoinRecovery  , a specialized crypto recovery service with a track record of retrieving lost and scammed assets. I was skeptical—how could anyone recover Bitcoin when transactions were immutable? But desperation made me take the chance. I reached out to them, explaining my situation. Their response was swift and reassuring. They had advanced blockchain forensics, tracking tools, and legal partnerships to trace stolen assets. I provided them with the transaction hash, scammer’s address, and all related details. Days turned into weeks, and I anxiously waited for updates. Then, the miracle happened. They had traced my stolen Bitcoin through multiple laundering addresses and identified an exchange where the scammer had attempted to cash out. With the help of legal authorities and blockchain analysis, the funds were frozen before they could disappear. I was overwhelmed with emotion when I saw the balance restored to my wallet. I had lost all hope, butNanoAethosCoinRecovery   proved that even in the world of irreversible transactions, justice could be served. This experience taught me two things: never trust unsolicited messages, and when all hope seems lost, experts like NanoAethosCoinRecovery can work wonders.contact: Whatsapp: +1 (570) 229-9724 Telegram:https://t.me/NanoAethos Email:  (NanoAethosCoinRecovery@engineer.com)
Queen_Tyson · 187 Views

Generate Retribution

The year 2025, the heavens betrayed humanity. A Red Star tore through the sky, its burning fragments raining down upon Earth like divine judgment. Continents fractured under the cataclysmic impact, oceans froze into endless icy wastelands, and the skies burned crimson with perpetual twilight. The Red Star didn’t just destroy—it awakened. In its wake, shards of alien energy infused survivors with unimaginable powers. Titans rose, flames danced at fingertips, swarms obeyed silent commands, and portals opened to realms unknown. These Awakened warriors were both saviors and harbingers, their gifts as much a curse as salvation. But the Red Star’s arrival was only the beginning. From beyond the void came horrors—twisted creatures born of corruption, feeding on humanity like cattle. And if these monsters weren’t enough, betrayal struck closer to home. The Western nations, once pillars of progress and unity, crumbled under fear. Desperate for survival, they forged unholy alliances with the invaders, selling out their own kind to monstrous overlians. Cities fell silent, their streets haunted by traitors and shadows. To the East, the empires sealed their borders, retreating behind walls of secrecy. Their silence echoed louder than any declaration of war. Only the Middle Lands stood defiant. From the deserts of North Africa to the savannahs of the south, the people of the Middle Lands refused to kneel. Against impossible odds, they waged a desperate war against both monstrous invaders and treacherous allies. It was here, amidst the ruins of civilization, that legends began to rise.
atlas_banaw · 13.8K Views
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