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The Last Rudra

Onish was a yogi on earth. After a long and arduous practice of yogic rituals, he got enlightenment. And when he was trying to go to Brahma Loka (an upper world where exalted beings live), a mighty hand tried to crush his soul. Appalled by sudden accident, Onish used his newly awakened yogic powers called siddhis and fled. His newly awakened power sent him into an unknown world called Mazia, filled with wonders and horrors. After some misfortunate events, he was forced to settle in the body of a boy, named Ishit, who lived in Minaak, a city of spirit wielders. A tale weaver fed him a memory pill and modified his memories. A powerful fiend was gradually recovering his powers. A mysterious voice sighed in Ornish's mind. Some hidden memories surfaced telling him he is from Samara. Who was after him? Why did his siddhi send him to Mazia, a cursed world? Let's discover the mystery of the universe with Onish, a fallen yogi. what this book has: 1. Hard to Kill Bad Ass Villain 2. Eternal Love Story ( It starts after chapter 56 ) 4. Time Travel 5. Multi Magic Systems 6. Mysteries 7. Suta, Spirit-wielders, Wizards, Druids, Moriyans, and many more 8. Multiverse ******************************* ******** 1 chapter a day chapter-length: 1500 -2000 Here you can support me!! https://www.patreon.com/scionofmanu

scionofmanu · Fantasy
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The First Battle

At the time of registration, Ishit had received a token with his name and number etched on it. As soon as he walked over to the ground floor, where all the other participants were waiting for the gate to open, a new name appeared on the copper coin-- Tahir from  Tripoli.  Ishit had heard of this city. Tripoli was in Matsya. He searched for his opponents in the crowds, and it wasn't too difficult as like all Matsyans had dark black hair with a blue hue. Sure enough behind a dark-haired Sursenian boy, standing a young man. His olive skin tone and dark eyes were giving away his Matsayan ethnicity. As if sensing his gaze, Tahir glanced at him. He noticed the darkness churning in his opponent eyes. Ishit couldn't help but recall the ancient lore about Matsayans. Suta had told him that Matsyan worriers had fae blood running in their veins. That allowed them to borrow nature's power apart from spirit.