Genesis Maker: The Indian Marvel (Rewrite)

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- Rajvanshi Residence, Calcutta -

- March 11, 1936 – Late Night -

The night was heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. Calcutta had been upended. By now, the whispers had turned into urgent conversations in the underground circles, reports had arrived at the right hands, and people who thought themselves untouchable were scrambling for answers. But here, within the walls of the Rajvanshi home, a different storm was brewing.

Aryan stepped through the doors, his body aching slightly with the remnants of the day's exertion. He had expected resistance, chaos, and even bloodshed, but what had happened tonight had been something else entirely. Maheshvara had not just seized control—he had broken men, shattered their illusions of power, and rewritten the balance of authority in Calcutta.

And his parents knew something was up with him.

They were waiting for him in the drawing room. His father, Surya Rajvanshi, sat with his back straight, his sharp gaze locked onto Aryan the moment he entered. His mother, Anjali Rajvanshi, stood near the window, arms crossed, her face calm but unreadable. Between them sat Raghav, silent as ever, his presence a quiet testament to how deep this conversation would go.

Aryan exhaled slowly and stepped forward. He knew this was coming. He had felt their suspicion growing over the past few days, their careful glances, their measured questions. He had known they would call him out eventually. It was time.

"You've been busy." Surya's voice was steady, but there was an edge to it. Not anger, not yet, but something close.

Aryan met his father's gaze. "I have."

Silence stretched between them, heavy and unrelenting. Then Anjali spoke, her voice softer but carrying just as much weight. "Maheshvara."

A statement, not a question.

Aryan nodded. He wasn't going to lie. "Yes."

Another silence. This one different. A confirmation of what they had long suspected.

Surya leaned forward, fingers lacing together. "We've received reports all evening. Coordinated attacks on key British administrative points. Offices overtaken, communication lines severed, entire sectors brought to their knees. The British are shaken. More than that—they're afraid."

Aryan didn't look away. "As they should be."

Surya studied him for a long moment, then nodded. "And your part in all this?"

Aryan took a breath, choosing his words carefully. "Maheshvara and I… are the same."

The air in the room shifted. Raghav blinked, Anjali inhaled sharply, and Surya's fingers curled tighter.

"What?" Anjali's voice was barely above a whisper.

Aryan nodded. "I am Maheshvara."

A long, tense silence followed.

Surya sat back, exhaling through his nose, his expression unreadable. "Explain."

"I didn't want to keep you in the dark," Aryan said, his voice steady. "But I wasn't sure how to tell you. Maheshvara isn't just a persona—it's me. The real me. I took that name because the British needed to fear something beyond rebellion. They needed to believe in a force they couldn't control. And I couldn't be Aryan Rajvanshi and Maheshvara at the same time, not without compromising everything."

Anjali's hands trembled for a brief moment before she steadied herself. "You created him. And everything he's done?"

Aryan nodded. "Yes."

Surya let out a breath, shaking his head. "And why, Aryan?"

Aryan's jaw tightened. "Because waiting wasn't an option anymore. You told me to stay out of BSS until I was sixteen. I obeyed, but I couldn't sit still. Not when I had the power to change things. You taught me to fight, to think, to lead—and I took that knowledge and did what needed to be done."

Surya closed his eyes for a moment, absorbing his son's words. When he opened them, they held no anger, only understanding. "And now?"

"Now, the British are vulnerable," Aryan said. "Tonight wasn't just an attack—it was a shift in power. They're scrambling, desperate to understand what's happening. And BSS needs to decide what comes next. We can take advantage of this. We can move faster than ever before."

Anjali sighed, shaking her head. "You're playing a dangerous game, Aryan."

Aryan smiled slightly. "It's not a game, Maa. It never was."

For the first time that night, Surya let out a quiet chuckle, though there was no humor in it. He nodded, almost to himself. "No, I suppose it wasn't."

He glanced at Raghav, who had been silent throughout. The old caretaker met his gaze and gave a small nod, as if confirming something unspoken. Surya exhaled and looked back at Aryan. "We will talk more. But for now, get some rest. The world will look different in the morning."

Aryan inclined his head, understanding the conversation was not over. Not by a long shot.

But for tonight, it was enough.

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Aryan walked into his room, shutting the door behind him. The weight of the night pressed down on his shoulders as he collapsed onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind raced, replaying the conversation, the battles fought, the decisions made.

He knew deep down, his parents weren't angry. They were proud. Proud of his conviction, his dedication. But they were also worried, and rightfully so. He had kept them in the dark—not just about his identity as Maheshvara, but about everything. His powers. His deeds over the past few days. The risks he had taken. And for that, he had to make things right. They loved him, and he loved them. He couldn't afford to lose that trust.

He had to make them understand why he was doing this. Why he had to do this.

A soft chime echoed in his mind.

| Ding |

A system notification.

Words appeared before his eyes, accompanied by a calm, monotonous female voice:

| Achievement Unlocked: Establishing a Safe Base. You have successfully created a stronghold for your organization's activities and taken the first major step in your country's fight for freedom. Use this as a Launchpad to spread your influence further. |

| Reward: +200 MP |

Aryan stared at the glowing text before him, his mind processing the system notification. A safe base. The words carried weight, reinforcing what he had just achieved. The Rajvanshi household had always been a haven for him, but tonight, whole of Calcutta and eventually Bengal Province will truly become the heart of something greater—a stronghold against the British, a foundation for what was to come.

He let out a slow breath and allowed himself a small smile as he felt the surge in Meta Points. 200 MP. It wasn't much in the grand scheme of things, but it was a step forward. Every bit counted.

His fingers twitched slightly as he whispered, "Status."

A translucent panel materialized before his eyes, its soft glow illuminating the dimly lit room. Aryan's gaze scanned the familiar yet ever-changing details:

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/ Status Panel /

Name: Aryan Rajvanshi

Age: 15

Race: Human (Mutant)

Power Level: Tier-3 (Peak)

Abilities:

- Meta-Creation (System Ability)

- Energy Absorption and Redistribution (Omega-level X-gene)

Skills:

- Enhanced Physique – X

- Enhanced Mind – X

- Enhanced Durability – X

- Energy Sense – X

- Energy Control – X

- Martial Arts (Kalaripayattu) – Intermediate – X

- Dark Magic (Shadow and Illusion Focus) – Intermediate – X

- Analysis – Intermediate – III

Custom Abilities:

- Shadow Clone Jutsu

Meta Points (MP): 400

Dungeon Features:

- Dungeon Creation

- Enter/Exit Dungeon

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Aryan took it all in, his mind sorting through the information. He had grown stronger—faster than he had anticipated. His combat abilities had sharpened, his mind had adapted, and his energy control had reached new levels. But he still had a long way to go. Tier-3 (Peak) meant he was formidable, but he wasn't invincible. Not yet. He could feel the calling for reaching the true potential of his x-gene, deep within him. And, he had a guess, reaching Tier-4 which was unusually taking a bit of time will answer it, he was sure of that.

His gaze lingered on Meta-Creation, the system ability that had shaped everything. It was more than just a power—it was his edge, his tool to reshape reality itself. And with 400 MP now at his disposal, he had options.

He could unlock something new, refine what he already had, or prepare for what was coming. The British wouldn't stay disoriented forever. They would regroup, retaliate. And when they did, he needed to be ready. After all, he now had a safe base, a Launchpad for his future operations.

Shutting the panel with a thought, Aryan exhaled and let his body sink further into the bed. His parents had accepted the truth, but that was only the beginning. He had their understanding—but trust was something that had to be nurtured, reinforced. He would make them see why this path was the only way forward.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new battles. But tonight, he would rest, knowing that for the first time in a long time, he wasn't alone in this fight.

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