MAHABHARAT: Reborn as a younger brother of Krishna with a system

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The summons came wrapped in gold thread, bearing the seal of Krishna.

Agasthya opened it in silence.

Karna read it over his shoulder.

"'Return to Mathura. The winds have changed.'"

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When they arrived, Mathura was no longer still.

The outer gates were blackened with ash. Smoke curled from far-off towers. Soldiers moved like ants across battlements.

Krishna waited in the war chamber—his robes unwrinkled, his face calm, but his eyes carrying too many futures at once.

"You came," he said.

"Always," Agasthya replied.

Karna folded his arms. "How bad?"

"Worse than you'd think," Krishna said. "Jarasandha has not stopped. His armies bend, break, and return. And worse—Kamsa's allies were not just kings. They were things."

"Rakshasas," Agasthya guessed.

Krishna nodded. "Three cities razed in five nights. The people don't sleep. They pray. They bleed."

"And the council?" Karna asked.

"Divided. Some want war. Some want surrender. I want neither."

Agasthya stepped forward. "Then what do you want?"

Krishna walked to the table and unrolled a map.

The western edge. The sea.

"A city of stone," he said. "On the edge of the ocean. Where ships kiss salt. Where no army can march. Where walls rise from water."

Agasthya studied it.

"You want to move the capital?"

"I want to save the people."

Karna's brow furrowed. "You'll abandon Mathura?"

"I'll leave behind a name," Krishna said. "And build one that cannot be burned."

Agasthya was quiet for a moment.

Then nodded.

"I'll go."

Krishna turned to Karna.

"And you?"

Karna smiled. "I'll bring the ones who never stopped believing I was more than my skin."

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Dwaraka began as a whisper—a dream drawn in salt and wind.

Agasthya rode out with Krishna's engineers.

Karna arrived weeks later—Radha at his side, her eyes wet as she looked over the blue horizon.

"This… is ours?" she asked.

Karna smiled. "No one can take this from us."

They built with speed. With vision. With urgency.

Towers. Walls. Harbors.

But beneath it all, Agasthya built something deeper.

Chambers for scrolls.

Training yards for children.

A war room shaped like a lotus.

Because he knew—

Peace would not last forever.

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> [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION:]

[YOU HAVE INITIATED A GLOBAL REALIGNMENT: CAPITAL SHIFT TO DWARAKA]

[REWARD GRANTED: STRATEGIC DOMAIN PERCEPTION]

→ Passive: Sense structural weaknesses in cities, armies, fortifications.

→ Active: You may consecrate any place into a "Ward Zone" tied to fate, alerting you of divine interference.

[ALIGNMENT SHIFT — PATH OF BALANCE DEEPENED]

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