Genesis Maker: The Indian Marvel (Rewrite)

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- Natore Rajbari, Natore, Bengal Province -

- March 9, 1936 -

The palace halls were quiet, save for the soft footsteps of Aryan and Karna as they followed Devraj through the grand corridors. The scent of freshly polished wood mixed with the faint traces of sandalwood incense, a constant presence in the royal estate.

As they neared the private lounge, Aryan could already sense her presence. Shakti was waiting.

Devraj stopped by the door, giving Aryan a knowing glance before pushing it open. "The Young Miss is inside."

The room was well-lit, sunlight streaming through the tall windows, casting golden hues on the polished floors. Shakti stood near a wooden table, casually flipping through a book, but Aryan knew she had been expecting him the moment she looked up, her eyes locking onto his.

A slow smile spread across her face, warm and welcoming. "You took your time," she said, setting the book down.

Before Aryan could respond, she strode forward and, without hesitation, wrapped her arms around him in a firm hug. It was brief, but the warmth lingered as she pulled back. Her eyes flickered to Karna, and after a pause, she gave him a nod. "You too, I suppose."

Karna scoffed. "Nice to see you too, Princess."

Shakti ignored him, her focus back on Aryan. She sensed something different about him today—something heavier, more serious. The playful gleam in her eyes dimmed slightly as she studied his face. "You didn't come here just for a visit, did you?"

Aryan shook his head. "No. There's something I need to show you."

The weight in his voice made Shakti straighten, her posture shifting unconsciously. She nodded once, signaling for him to continue.

Aryan stepped toward the window, where sunlight streamed in, warming the air. He raised his hand, palm open, and let his body absorb the heat. A soft hum filled the space as energy gathered in his fingertips. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he directed it towards an unlit fire torch on the wall.

The flame burst to life instantly.

Shakti's breath hitched as she watched the torch flare with unnatural brightness. Her gaze snapped to Aryan, then to Karna, whose knowing smirk only confirmed her suspicions.

The whispers In Calcutta. The stories of Maheshvara. The impossible feats of power.

It was him.

Shakti exhaled, her sharp mind piecing it together in mere seconds. She turned back to Aryan. "You're Maheshvara."

He didn't deny it. He simply watched her, waiting for her reaction.

She took a slow breath, steadying herself. Then, she looked at Karna. The way he stood—completely unsurprised—told her everything. "You already knew."

Karna shrugged. "Got the exclusive reveal a few hours ago."

Shakti's gaze flickered back to Aryan. There was no anger in her eyes, just curiosity, maybe a hint of amusement. "I'm happy you told me," she said. Then, after a beat, she added, "But why did Karna get to know first?"

Aryan hesitated. He opened his mouth, but before he could find the right words, he caught the playful glint in Shakti's eyes and realized she was teasing him. His lips twitched into a smile.

"I'll tell you first next time," he promised.

Shakti grinned. "Good."

With that settled, Aryan's expression turned serious again. "I'm forming an organization," he explained. "People like me—like us—who can truly fight back. Not just small acts of defiance, but real change."

Shakti listened, her expression unreadable. When he finally said, "I want you to be part of it," she didn't hesitate.

"Of course," she said simply.

Aryan wasn't surprised. He pulled out another vial, identical to the one he had given Karna earlier. "You don't have powers," he said. "Not yet."

Shakti took the vial without question. "What is it?"

"A rare elixir," Aryan said. "It unlocks something within you—something that was always there, waiting."

She didn't ask further. She just uncorked it and drank in one swift motion.

Aryan sighed. "You trust too easily."

Shakti wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smirked. "I trust you."

Aryan exhaled through his nose. He had thought the same thing when Karna drank it. He would have to teach them both to be more cautious.

Then, the change began.

Shakti's body tensed, a sharp breath escaping her lips as something surged through her. A soft glow shimmered across her skin before fading, but unlike Karna, something else happened.

The very air around her seemed to hum, drawing in invisible energy. A faint cosmic shimmer swirled at her fingertips before disappearing. Aryan's eyes narrowed. This was different.

Without wasting time, he activated his Analysis Skill.

| Ding! |

| Analysis Activated. |

A translucent panel appeared in his vision.

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Name: Shakti Nath Roy

Age: 14

Race: Human (Mutant)

Power Level: Tier-2 (Peak)

Ability: Power Cosmic Manipulation (Omega-level X-Gene)

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Aryan's fingers curled slightly. Power Cosmic? That was far beyond what he had anticipated. His mind raced, recalling the beings who wielded such energy—the Silver Surfer, Galactus, and others of immense power. And now, Shakti had inherited that potential.

Karna, noticing Aryan's reaction, raised an eyebrow. "What? What did she get?"

Aryan glanced at Shakti, who was still adjusting to the strange energy pulsing through her veins. Then, he spoke.

"She has the Power Cosmic."

Karna blinked. "The what?"

Before Aryan could explain, Shakti looked down at her hands. A soft, silver light flickered around her fingers before fading. She clenched her fist, testing the sensation. Then, she looked up at Aryan.

"So," she said, her voice calm but carrying an edge of excitement, "when do we start?"

Aryan met her gaze.

"Soon," he promised.

And with that, the second recruit was in.

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Aryan let the words linger in the air. Shakti flexed her fingers, testing the strange sensation of power now coursing through her, while Karna watched with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. He could tell they were still processing the weight of what had just happened.

But Aryan's mind was already moving ahead.

"System, create a special runic seal. One that allows communication between those marked, protects against mind or soul-based attacks, and— Aryan hesitated for a moment, but he knew this was necessary. —prevents betrayal."

The system responded instantly.

| Processing Request… |

| Analyzing optimal solution based on available MP… |

A brief pause. Then, the system's response appeared in his mind.

| The most efficient method is the creation of a Master Seal. This seal will be bound to the host and will grow stronger as the host's power increases. From this Master Seal, subordinate seals can be created, each linked to the main seal, ensuring communication, mental defense, and loyalty enforcement. |

| Cost: 150 MP |

Aryan's fingers twitched. That was everything he had. All the Meta Points he had accumulated.

A moment of hesitation crossed his mind. MP was valuable. He had planned to save it for enhancing his own abilities or crafting new tools, but this—this was foundational.

He had already decided.

"Do it."

| Deducting 150 MP… |

| Processing… |

A sudden warmth bloomed in his chest. It wasn't painful, but it was deep, spreading outward like invisible threads weaving through his very being. He clenched his fists as glowing golden runes appeared on his forearms, shifting and moving before they finally settled into place, fading into his skin as if they had never been there.

Then, in his mind, new information surfaced.

| Master Seal Created. |

| Effect: Grants absolute communication, protection against mental and soul-based intrusions, and establishes loyalty among those bound by subordinate seals. |

| Subordinate Seals Available: 2 |

Aryan exhaled slowly, his heartbeat steadying. He could feel it now—a subtle awareness of the power embedded within him.

Shakti and Karna were watching.

"What just happened?" Karna asked, his eyes narrowing.

Aryan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer to them, lifting his hand. Golden runes flickered around his fingers, responding to his will.

"A mark," he said finally. "One that will bind us together. A way to protect each other."

Shakti frowned. "A mark?"

Aryan nodded. "It will let us communicate telepathically, keep us safe from mind control, and…" His gaze flickered between them. "It ensures loyalty."

Karna stiffened slightly. "Loyalty? You mean it stops us from betraying you."

Aryan met his gaze evenly. "Yes."

Silence stretched between them.

Then, Karna sighed. "Honestly, it's smart. I would've done the same."

Shakti, on the other hand, just held out her arm. "Do it."

Aryan studied her expression—calm, unwavering. She didn't even hesitate.

Karna grunted, crossing his arms. "Might as well mark me too."

A small smirk played on Aryan's lips. He raised his hands, channeling the Master Seal's power.

The golden runes flared, etching themselves onto Shakti and Karna's forearms before fading, just as they had with him.

The moment it was done, Aryan felt it.

A connection.

Like a faint string tying their consciousness together. He didn't push into their thoughts, but he knew that if he focused, he could.

Shakti flexed her fingers. "Strange," she murmured. "It feels… warm."

Karna scowled. "Feels weird."

Aryan chuckled. "You'll get used to it."

And with that, the foundation of their alliance was set.

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The golden runes faded from their skin, but the weight of the moment lingered. The bond had been established, an invisible connection that would ensure their loyalty, their safety.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

Aryan stepped back, rolling his shoulders. "Now that we're connected, it's time you both learn how to use your abilities properly."

Shakti raised an eyebrow. "You mean training?"

Aryan smirked. "Exactly."

Karna exhaled sharply. "Figured this was coming."

Aryan ignored his tone. "Energy is the foundation of everything. Whether it's my abilities, your Photokinesis, or Shakti's Power Cosmic, they all rely on energy control. If you don't learn how to sense it, you'll always be limited."

Shakti and Karna exchanged glances.

Aryan continued, "Close your eyes. Focus inward. Feel the energy flowing through your body. It's there, always moving, always present."

Shakti shut her eyes first, her expression calm. Karna followed, though his brows were furrowed in concentration.

"Now," Aryan's voice softened, "instead of focusing on your body, extend your awareness. Sense the energy around you—the heat in the air, the flicker of the torch, the sun beyond the walls."

Minutes passed in silence.

Then, Karna's breath hitched. "I feel it," he muttered. "Like… tiny strands of light."

Aryan nodded, though they couldn't see him. "Good. That's the photonic energy around you."

A moment later, Shakti spoke, her voice tinged with wonder. "It's different for me. It's vast. Like… like I'm touching the stars themselves."

Aryan's eyes narrowed slightly. That confirmed what he suspected—her Power Cosmic was on a level far beyond normal energy manipulation.

"Now," he said, "pull it in. But don't force it. Let it flow naturally, like breathing."

Karna's fingers twitched, a faint glow appearing at his fingertips. He gritted his teeth, struggling to contain the light.

Shakti, on the other hand, remained still, her presence shifting subtly. Aryan's own energy sense picked up something—an odd ripple in the surrounding space, as if reality itself acknowledged her.

Interesting.

He let them practice, only offering corrections when necessary. Karna was reckless, pushing too hard, while Shakti was precise but hesitant. It took time, but soon enough, Karna managed to create a steady glow in his palm, and Shakti… Shakti opened her eyes, and for a split second, Aryan swore he saw galaxies reflected in them.

"That's enough for today," Aryan finally said. "You both made good progress."

Karna wiped sweat from his brow. "This is harder than I expected."

Shakti rolled her shoulders. "But it makes sense. If we can't control energy properly, we can't use our powers effectively."

Aryan nodded approvingly. "Exactly."

Before they could continue, footsteps echoed from the hallway.

They turned just as the door opened, revealing several figures.

At the front stood Maharaja Jagdish Nath Roy, the ruler of Natore—an older man with sharp eyes that missed nothing. Behind him, Shakti's parents entered—her father, Ravi Nath Roy, who carried the quiet confidence of a leader, and her mother, Lakshmi, a woman with a kind but discerning gaze. Alongside them was the Maharaja's family.

Aryan straightened. He had expected a visit from Shakti's parents at some point, but the Maharaja's presence was a surprise.

Jagdish's eyes landed on Aryan, and for a moment, silence filled the room.

Then, a small smile touched the Maharaja's lips. "So, you've finally returned."

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