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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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112. Terrified Kaliya

*Gulp*

Kaliya's throat became dry as he mechanically turned his head towards Karna, Who was as beautiful as he saw a moment ago but right now in that beauty, He can see the shadow of death.

He never thought that there would be a day when he was put in this condition by a mere child, But this is his reality now.

"Wh-What *Gulp* you want?"

It was becoming harder and harder for Kaliya to do even normal function, If not for him being a cold-blooded being, Who are used to lowering their blood supply but still they can't live much longer without any blood supply at all.

He even urged his demonic power in him to restart his blood supply but his blood was frozen, not willing to bulge at all.

This was enough to terrify him. He who used to have an arrogance about having various types of fatal poisons now was like a fish on the chopping board, At the mercy of the person with a knife.