Chapter 24 - 22: Unlocking All Chakra Gates... Curiosity Of Yamuna...
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The blood had not yet settled yet which was flowing from the Rakshasa’s body.
The silence still trembled from the battle.
"...."
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But Devara—Was already moving forward towards the family.
His form began to shrank.
From towering presence—Back to a seven-year-old boy.
The dangerous storm—Hidden once again inside the calm kind boy.
He walked toward the family.
Still frozen. Still unable to process what they had witnessed.
The twin blades shimmered once—Then moved.
-Clink! -Clink!
-Clink!...
Chains fell. One by one—Neck. Ankles.
Freedom was granted to the family who stood stunned it.
Finally reacting.
The mother collapsed forward—Grabbing her child.
Tears flowing freely from her eyes.
"You’re safe... You’re safe..."
The child clung tightly—As if letting go would bring the nightmare back.
The man stood still. Trying. Trying to remain composed.
"...."
But his eyes—Red.
Shaking. Spoke the truth.
He had almost lost everything.
He moved forward—Attempting to kneel.
But—Devara caught him mid-motion.
"...."
Lifted him gently shaking his head.
"No."
A simple smile.
"It’s alright."
No pride. No arrogance.
As if what he had done—Was nothing special.
"Your father ...is waiting outside."
The words struck. Hope. Real.
Remembering his father who was running around to ask help and finally found it and saved them.
The man’s lips trembled.
-Tremble.
"Thank you... thank you..."
Again. Again.
He looked at Devara. And felt like he was looking at a god in a kid avatar.
"What is your name?"
A pause.
"...."
Devara answered simply with a smile.
"Devaratha. Son of Ganga and Bhudevi. Everyone calls me Devara."
The man froze. Not from fear.
"...."
But realization. He memorized the name.
Deep.
Because he knew—This was no ordinary child.
’This story ...must be told.’
A storyteller had found his legend.
Which he will tell the world. through his songs and stories.
Devara turned. To the cattle.
"...."
Still trembling inside the cage.
He opened it.
But the cattle’s. They hesitated. Fear lingering.
Then—His presence reached them.
A calm. A quiet assurance.
Slowly—They stepped out. Following him.
Devara glanced around the cave.
Sharp. Searching.
"...."
But—Nothing. No hidden danger. No lingering threat.
Just emptiness.
And so—They walked out of the cave.
The family followed Devara.
While the cattle’s followed him feeling his good will to help them.
Moving through the corrupted forest—Toward light.
As Devara stepped out of the corrupted woods—The old man saw them his family who were forcefully taken from him.
For a moment—He didn’t move.
"...."
Then—He ran towards his family.
He collided into his son—Gripping him tightly.
As if letting go—Would make him disappear again.
His trembling hands moved—Checking. Face. Arms.
Of his grandson.
"Are you hurt...?"
The words broke halfway.
But the answer—Was already there.
They were alive.
Behind them—Durvasa stepped forward.
For once—No harshness. No fire.
Only quiet satisfaction.
"...."
Then—He spoke. And the forest listened.
"Devara... Your name..."
A pause.
"...will carry weight from today."
The air itself seemed to still.
"It will reduce burdens... and bring calm... to those who utter it with a true heart."
This was not praise. It was—A declaration.
A seed planted into destiny.
The family bowed—Not just in gratitude—But reverence.
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The cattle followed them naturally—As if they too knew—Where safety lay.
As they walked—The man spoke to his father quietly.
"I found it... The story I was meant to tell."
His eyes turned back once—Toward Devara.
"To tell it right ...I must stay close to its source."
And just like that—A storyteller was born.
Not by duty. But by witnessing truth.
The forest fell behind.
As Devara and Sage Durvasa made their way back to the mountain.
The mountain welcomed them again.
At the cliff—Durvasa sat.
From his side—He handed fruits to Devara.
Simple. Earned.
"...."
Devara accepted happily—Took a bite—Then offered one back.
Durvasa took it.
No words. But meaning was there.
After eating—Durvasa spoke.
"You are walking the right path."
A pause.
"Continue... and the remaining gates will open."
Devara’s face lit up.
"...."
Because this—Coming from Sage Durvasa—Meant everything.
No celebration. No distraction.
Devara walked back to the cliff edge.
Sat.
Closed his eyes. And returned—To silence.
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Time lost meaning.
Seasons passed unnoticed.
For one year—Devara struggled to open the next chakra gate.
Pushed. Endured.
Until—The third gate.
A quiet ignition.
Then—Another six months.
No distraction. No break.
Until—The fourth gate. And everything—Changed.
Yogic energy surged from the surrounding.
Not gently. Not slowly.
Like a storm breaking through a dam.
It flooded his body—Overflowing—Uncontrolled.
The excess—Burst outward.
A beam erupted. From Devara—Straight into the sky.
-BOOM!!!
The mountain trembled. The air distorted around him and the piller.
Even silence—Was shattered.
"...."
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Devara opened his eyes.
But—He was no longer on the cliff.
"...."
He stood—In darkness.
Endless. No stars. No light.
Just—void.
The system panel appeared.
⚠️ [Construct your foundation...]
⚠️ [Yogic energy requires form...]
⚠️ [Delay will result in energy loss....]
Devara raised his hand—About to imagine—Then stopped.
"...."
"Wait..."
He opened the system store.
Scrolled. Fast. Focused.
Then—Found it.
⚡ [Ability Purchased]
["Accelerated Yogic Recovery"
Faster regeneration of yogic energy
Multiplies absorption efficiency
💰 Cost: 500 Karma Points]
[Remaining Balance: 1415]
The moment it activated—Energy surged even faster.
Now—Overflowing violently.
🚨[-DUM!-DUM!-]
⚠️ [Stabilize immediately....]
⚠️ [Construct inner world now....]
Devara closed his eyes.
And imagined—Not rivers. Not mountains.
But—Creation itself.
A spark. Then—Explosion. Light tore through darkness.
Matter collided with each other.
Energy condensed. Stars formed. Planets clashed.
Chaos. Beautiful chaos.
Not still. Not calm.
A universe—In motion.
Constant creation. Constant destruction.
Which had a Acceleration Effect
Because of the overwhelming energy—What takes sages—Years...
Happened in months. In another six months.
Remaining Chakras Gates Opened one after another.
All—Unlocked. In a short period of intervals.
Seven gates. Opened.
In a single flow connected all seven gates.
Devara opened his eyes.
The storm—Gone.
"...."
The mountain—Silent again.
But he—Was not the same. His yogic energy was taking form sill inside him but he had given its path all it will take is time for them to take full shape.
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
🎯 [Achievements Unlocked...]
[All other 5 Chakras gate Opened → +300 Karma Points each.
Deep Meditation (2 Years) → +200 Karma.]
⚖️ [New Total Karma Gained: 1700 + 1415= 3115]
The air still carried the echo of awakening.
And standing before Devara—Was Durvasa
For once—Not composed.
His eyes—Wide.
"...."
Because what stood before him—Was not just a student.
It was something... far beyond expectation.
Devara bowed slightly in respect.
"
Simple Calm.
As if nothing extraordinary had happened.
Durvasa exhaled softly as the time as come finally.
-Sigh!
"...."
Then—A rare smile appeared.
He placed both hands on Devara’s shoulders.
Firm. Certain.
"You have completed your Gurukul."
Three years...
Reduced to one sentence.
"You are no longer just a student. you are one who understands."
Then—His tone shifted.
"For your Guru Dakshina..."
A pause.
"Perform tapas. For a god of your choosing."
Devara nodded his head respectfully.
-Nod!
"I am ten now."
Not a question.
A statement. Of readiness. To himself reminding him he was still a 10 years old.
Durvasa continued to speak—
"Go to Mahendragiri. There resides Parashurama. Your next teacher. Who will teach you... Weapons Mastery."
Devara bowed deeply. Respect. Gratitude.
"...."
No words wasted.
Durvasa raised his hand seeing his disciple with a contented smile on his face.
"I shall grant you the boon of Vajra Body."
A glow enveloped Devara.
🌟 [Boon Granted:
-->Defence increased to the point invulnerable to weapons. Unless the opponent as Vajra body or weapons made of Vajra bones. or supreme quality weapons.]
His entire form shimmered—Then settled.
No visible change.
But inside—Everything had hardened.
Stronger. Denser. Unbreakable—Or close to it.
Durvasa turned away. Without looking back.
"...."
Because he knew—His work was done.
Devara descended the mountain after bidding farewell to his guru.
No destination—Yet.
Days passed...
Through forests. Across rivers.
Until—He reached a village.
Alive. Colorful. Filled with sound.
Music. Laughter.
People moving with excitement.
Someone shouted happily—
"Offerings ready! Praise Indra!"
"For the rains!"
After three years of silence—
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This felt...Loud. Warm. Human.
He stood at the edge. Watching.
He decided to stay in the village for time still the festival is over.
For three days—The village lived in joy.
Songs echoed. Drums beat.
Offerings were made to Indra
For rain. For harvest. For life itself.
Away from the crowd—
Devara sat in a small shrine of Lord Shiva
Eating
Watching.
Not participating—But understanding.
Then—A sound. A screech. Sharp. Piercing.
Not natural.
Devara looked up.
"...."
And saw it. A massive vulture—Wings wide like storm clouds.
Eyes burning with hunger.
In a blink—It descended.
Grabbed a fully grown cow—As if it weighed nothing.
Then—With one powerful flap—It vanished into the sky.
-FLAP! -FLAP!
The village erupted. Shouting. Running.
Not confusion—But familiarity.
This had happened before as if it was a regular occurance.
Devara approached a man—Who was dragging his cattle inside hurriedly.
"Who was that?"
The man didn’t stop.
"...."
Fear heavy in his voice:
"A Rakshasa... A vulture demon... They call him... Garutraaksha."
The man continued—
"He is the son-in-law ...of Trinavarta. A storm Rakshasa... General of King Kamsa of Madura. No one dares oppose him... To anger Trinavarta ...is to invite death with open arms."
Devara’s eyes narrowed.
"...."
That name—He knew it.
A demon tied to fate. But—Something was wrong.
’Krishna...has not been born yet.’(MC still don’t know there will be no Krishna in this timeline.)
Which meant—There is no one to stop him currently.
Devara looked up.
"...."
The vulture—Now just a dot. Fading into the clouds.
He didn’t move. Didn’t chase. Instead—He chose patience.
"I’ll wait."
A calm breath.
"If it comes back..."
A slight smile formed on his face.
"...I’ll deal with it."
Five days passes...
Devara waited patiently for the vulture rakshasa.
No sign of the vulture.
Devara exhaled softly.
-Sigh!
"Then... this is not my path."
No frustration. No regret.
Just acceptance that the death of the rakshasa might be not written in his hands.
He left the village.
Returned to the forest.
Walking. Listening. To the birds chipping around.
Until—Before him—The mighty Yamuna River
Raging. Restless.
At its center—A single stone stood.
Unmoving. Defiant.
Devara paused looking at it.
"...."
Something stirred within him.
Not thought. Not logic.
A feeling. A quiet certainty.
’This is the place.’
Without hesitation—He stepped forward.
The river pushed. Pulled. Tested.
But his body—Grounded.
Each step steady.
Until—He reached the stone.
Climbed it.
And stood above the chaos.
He took a deep breath.
Closed his eyes. Lifted one leg.
Balanced.
Hands joined above his head.
"...."
A perfect still form—Amid a restless world.
In his mind—He called upon Goddess Parvati
Not loudly. Not forcefully.
But with focus. With intent. Of pure devotion.
"Om..."
The vibration spread.
Through his body. Through the river.
Even the wind seemed to pause.
The universe he creating with big bang—Still moved. Still expanded.
But now—It had direction.
Devotion.
This was not combat. Not survival.
This was—invitation. To a goddess. To answer his prayer call.
A child stood—On a stone—In a raging river—
Holding stillness against chaos.
Calling to a goddess—Not with words—But with unwavering will.
Deep beneath the flowing currents of Yamuna River.
Goddess Yamuna’s Domain...
Sat Yamuna
Upon the shell of a colossal tortoise—
Her silent guardian.
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Around her—Silver fish danced like drifting stars.
The river above roared.
But here—There was only stillness.
Her eyes lifted. Through water. Through distance.
To the boy standing against her fiercest current on the stone.
One leg. Hands raised. Unmoving.
A flicker crossed her expression.
"That boy..."
Memory stirred which happened few years before.
The son of Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi
The one who tilted fate—And made Indra taste the sharp edge of a curse throughDurvasa totally outplaying him.
She remembered.
The last time she visited the
Indra’s unease. Worried. Yet strangely...
Hopeful.
"That boy... will surely invite a curse one day on himself."
But Now... She watched again.
The same boy—Standing in her most violent waters.
Not resisting. Not struggling.
But existing within it. He has a natural connection with the water.
His aura—Soft. Clear.
It spread gently—Even through her raging current.
The river itself...
Seemed to ease around him.
Yamuna tilted her head slightly.
"Interesting..."
Not power. Not defiance.
But purity. That caught her attention.
Now taking a good look at him.
Meanwhile...
Mount Kailash...
Far beyond rivers—At Mount Kailash Sat Goddess Parvati
And she heard it.
A call.
Not through sound. But through devotion.
Her eyes softened.
"...."
A warmth spread across her face.
"My child..."
He was calling her.
Not for power. Not for desire.
But with sincerity.
For a fleeting moment—She wished to appear instantly.
To answer. To bless. But—She did not move.
Because she was not just a mother.
She was a goddess.
And countless devotees—Performed tapas for her.
To favor one immediately—Would break balance.
"...."
So she waited. Patiently. Enjoying the rare moment.
"Let him complete his penance... then I shall answer."
But Even Then...
Her joy could not be hidden. Because this was different.
This was her son. Calling her.
Below—Goddess Yamuna watched with curiosity from her domain.
Above—Goddess Parvati waited with affection.
And between them—A child stood.
Unmoving. Unwavering.
The river tested him with those raging water current.
And Devara—Stood at the center of it all.
A still point—In a world that refused to stay still even for a second.
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