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I Become Karna With a Million Times Crit System In Mahabharata.

(This story take place in different timeline and universe) This is the story about boy named Karan getting recarnatated in the time of Mahabhrata as a Karna. Biggest war at that time. What will happen if he become karna in it? What will happened if as a boon he ask System? What will happen if he get to meet those characters? Is he able to chnage their destiny or it will turn worse? Let's find out what will happen when he born into age of God's. Do he able to achieve what he wanted to or something else's. What if this world is as not as simple as he thought, Let's find out. (Note: I find that there is no mahabhart time novel with system. So I decided that take that task on myself and introduce system in the age of God's.) Disclaimer: Remember this is fanfiction of Mahabhrata. Not "Orignal" Mahabhrata. I have no intention to harm anyone's religious belief, I am just writing what if story in my perspective. If you don't like it, So i kindly request you not read any further, and if you do take it with a pinch of salt. Also, remember I don't have any intention to hurt anyone's belief. This is a fictional story with taken little source material from the epic with my creative touch. Karna is going to be super Over Powered in this story. Discord : Formanaga#5883

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142. Humiliation Of Drona

"My dear friend, King Druapd."

In the majestic chambers of Panchal's court, a poignant interlude in the grand saga was about to unfold, The threaded destiny by the tapestry of time, The great Niyati.

Drona stood forth in the middle of the Royal Court of Pamchal like an embodiment of both history's embrace and its erosion, his words an invocation of a shared past.

There was nostalgia seeing his old childhood friend, The one he used to see running and playing in mud right now adored in the royal attire with golds all over adding to his majesty.

"King Drupada," 

He declared once again, His voice resonating with the timbre of memory and desire that he came here with, The one he confident that his friend will surely fulfil.