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Empire Ascension: The Rise of the Fated One

This is the story of a modern man who transmigrates to 16th-century India in a parallel world after dying to save his first crush on a date. He regresses as a lowly-ranked soldier in the camp of Hemu, the last northern Hindu king, who is fated to lose and die at the hands of the Mughals. With his modern knowledge and past experiences, the protagonist alters the course of history, forcing the Mughals to surrender and retreat beyond the Ravi River, which is in modern-day Pakistan. As a reward, he is granted trading rights and becomes the emperor’s personal attendant. Using this opportunity, he sets out to reshape the empire. By promoting private enterprise, establishing trading company, and creating opportunities for the lower communities, he begins to shift India’s economy away from the feudal system toward modern capitalism. And all this began with the advent of his mercenary army, which excelled in firearms far ahead of its time. His journey is filled with trials, including internal turmoil, political strife, and the looming threat of invasion from the Mughals in the west, Tibet from the north and the Dutch and Portuguese in the south. As the emperor’s trusted aide, the protagonist not only rescues the crumbling empire but also forges his own path, eventually claiming the title of emperor himself. Join him on this incredible journey of empire's ascension, as he explores how India could have been in the 16th century if history had taken a different course. With just one battle's result, the fate of the entire world is transformed. Discord : https://discord.com/invite/pSeBQUVRrf  Discord id: jeet_author_1993 (for direct contact) Notes: Don't forget to check sample work and maps in aux as glimpse of this novel Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on history in alternate universe. It doesn't claims to be always historically correct. Reader's discretion is advised. All images used are AI based. Feel free to contact me in case you have any dispute.

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Battle of Bawal Part -4

As the moon reached it's peak, a 17-year-old boy, stood in the ranks of the rebels as militia , waiting for marching orders in the shadows of forest. He wore chest armour reinforced with leather, simple leather bracers on his forearms and legs, and a dhoti, with bare feet. With a round shield in his left hand and a spear in his right, he might have looked like a ragtag bandit to others, but he felt dignified, no less than a noble. And his name was Nirbhay.

He was part of a group of ten, led by an experienced soldier of the rebel alliance.

"Lucky bastard! One day, I'll have my own armour like that," Nirbhay thought, feeling a pang of jealousy as he looked at their leader, clad in full chainmail armor with a proper helmet and leather boots.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to die?" snapped his elder brother, nudging him sharply with his elbow and speaking in a low voice.