Chapter 1: Unexpected Turn

Rudra was a cricket fanatic, through and through. He lived for the game, spending hours playing and watching cricket matches. It was his passion, his escape from the mundane.

On the day of the Cricket World Cup finals in 2023, Rudra was glued to the screen, cheering for his beloved national team, India.

However, to his dismay, India lost the finals, shattering his hopes.

Watching his team lose on their home ground was a bitter pill to swallow.

Despite the defeat, Rudra found solace in the remarkable journey of the Indian team throughout the tournament.

They had defeated ten teams in a row without a single loss, an impressive feat by any standard.

Yet, some critics and trolls were quick to diminish their achievements, claiming they could only perform in normal matches and not in high-pressure eliminator matches.

Seeking distraction from the disappointment of the loss, Rudra turned to X-website to gauge the reactions of fellow fans.

As he scrolled through the comments on his mobile, the screen suddenly went blank.

"What the heck? If something happens to my phone, my father will kill me,"

Rudra panicked, frantically trying to revive the device by pressing the power button.

To his dismay, the blank screen turned white.

"Shoot! How do I explain I damaged the display?"

Rudra muttered, feeling a sinking sensation in his chest.

This was the mobile he had persuaded his father to buy him after two years of persistent pleading.

Suddenly, a strange voice echoed in his head, breaking the eerie silence.

[ Do you aspire to become the best cricketer? ]

Rudra froze, taken aback by the unexpected question.

"..."

He remained silent, unsure of how to respond to the mysterious inquiry.

 [ It seems the host didn't answer within a minute, so the system will choose an appropriate answer, ]

the mechanical voice stated matter-of-factly.

"Wait..."

Before Rudra could comprehend what was happening, everything went blank, and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.

gasp...

Suddenly, Rudra woke up gasped for breath, and looked around.

"Rudra, are you alright? What happened?"

he heard a female voice asking him worriedly.

When he turned, he was shocked to see his mother, who looked a lot younger, looking at him worriedly.

"I am fine, Ma."

Seeing his mother worried, Rudra hurriedly replied to pacify her.

When Rudra heard his voice, he was shocked.

gulp...

"____"

'Why does my voice sound like a kid's?'

He got up from the plastic chair he was sitting on and walked towards the mirror on the wall.

"____"

He couldn't believe his own eyes; he was in his child form when he was 10 years old.

[ Host has successfully reincarnated in the parallel world. ]

[ Condition met... analyzing reward... ]

[ Ding... ]

[ Rewards: perfect body, bull's eye, flexible batting style. ]

"____"

'System, are you real?'

Hearing the mechanical voice once again in his head, Rudra didn't panic and asked calmly in his mind.

[ ... ]

[ Yes, host. ]

'Fucking yeah! Hehe~ it's my time to dominate this world. Hahaha... The system, which world are we in? MCU, DC, Transformers, where... and how do I get strong?'

When Rudra heard the system was real, he was overjoyed and asked the system immediately how to get strong.

When Rudra's mom saw her son smirking in the mirror, seeing his reflection, she nudged her husband and pointed at her son.

Seeing the cute reaction he was giving, both giggled and clicked a picture from the camera which was confidently beside the TV.

[ Host, you seem to have misunderstood. My purpose here is to make you the greatest cricketer of all time. ]

"____"

[ And this is not those fantasy worlds you are imagining... ]

"____"

Sigh...

'I should have guessed it with the reward.'

With a sigh, Rudra looked at the reward, a little disappointed.

'System, state your function.'

After some time, Rudra looked at the TV which was telecasting a live match between India and Sri Lanka. It was the World Cup finals in 2011.

At present, Sri Lanka was the one who was batting 55-1 in the 14th over.

"Rudra! Rudra! Come out. Let's play cricket."

While he was looking at the match which he would have watched over 50 to 60 times in his previous life, he heard a voice calling him out to play cricket.

Sigh...

"Go. And come back safely. Don't break any house window; otherwise, I will forbid you from playing cricket."

When Rudra looked at his mother, feeling his gaze, she replied without turning back while cutting vegetables.

Nodding his head, Rudra ran out of the house.

Currently, they are staying at his grandmother's house.

When he arrived, he was greeted by a group of kids.

"Rudra, let's go to the ground. Last time you guys ditched me after hitting my ball at my house's window."

A chubby boy walked before Rudra with a tennis ball and patted his shoulders with a look that said, "You traitor."

"Ok, sure."

Seeing his friend Kenny like this, Rudra scratched the back of his head.

Because according to the memory he got, he was the one who hit the ball and ditched Kenny first after throwing the bat away.

He might be older than he seems to look, but now he is currently a 10-year-old kid.

He needs to behave like one and slowly needs to show his talent in cricket to his parents to get their approval to join a cricket academy.

Rudra, along with the kids, went to the ground behind the government school.

There were already many who were playing cricket, football, basketball, and volleyball all over the ground.

Rudra and others found an empty spot and started to divide two teams among themselves.

"Hey kids, this is our spot. Go play somewhere else."

A group of kids looked like 14 to 15 years old walked towards Rudra and his friends.

"____"

"____"

"____"

"But we are the ones who first came here."

Looking at the older kids compared to them, Kenny pointed his finger at the boy before him and shouted angrily.

Hahaha...

Seeing Kenny's outburst, the older kids laughed loudly.

"How about this? Let's play a bet match. If we win, you need to leave the ground, and if we lose, we will leave."

One of the older kids suggested confidently.

"____"

"Sure, let's see."

Looking at the opportunity, Kenny nodded his head before Rudra could stop him from being tricked.

[ Ding... ]

[ Host, do you want to extract the abilities from the kids before you? ]

'You can do it.'

Hearing the system's voice, Rudra asked in shock.

[ Yeah, but the extraction will take time according to the quality of the ability, and only abilities related to cricket can be extracted. ]

'Then how much time do we require?'

Hearing the system, Rudra asked a little excitedly.

[ 30 seconds each... The ability grades they have are all white. ]

[ Status: 

Name: Rudra

Age: 10 years old.

Batting: 19

Bowling: 10

Fielding: 15

Running Between: 9

Accuracy: Bullseye (maximum.)

Reaction Time: 12

Abilities: perfect body, flexible batting. ]

'System, start extracting.'

Looking at his status with joy, Rudra commanded to download the skills of the kids present.

[ Host is advised to stay within the 100-meter radius from the targets. ]

After warning him, the system started downloading the skills from the kids.

Kenny and the kid named Ranga were the ones chosen as captains of their respective teams.

Because the bat and ball belong to them.

Ranga won the toss and chose to bat first with a smirk.

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