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Rebirth As The Asura Prince

Greek x Norse Mythology Included (This Story Takes Place In AU So, Don't Expect To Go Things As It Was In the Original Ramayana.) In a mystical tale set against the backdrop of the ancient Treta Yuga during the time of the Ramayana, 'Rebirth As The Asura Prince' unfolds the extraordinary journey of a young boy named Indrajit. Fate takes a dramatic turn as Indrajit is unexpectedly reincarnated as Meghnad, the formidable and powerful son of the Asura king Ravana. As the stage is set for the colossal war between the forces of good and evil, tensions mount, and the anticipation of the impending conflict looms large. Indrajit, now reborn as Meghnad, grapples with the weight of his newfound identity. The boy who once lived a mundane life is thrust into the epicenter of the greatest war of the era, the war that will determine the fate of gods and demons. Caught between his past and present, Meghnad faces a moral dilemma. Will he blindly follow the path of his demonic lineage, or will he forge his own destiny? As the war drums echo across the land and alliances are tested, Meghnad must navigate treacherous waters, battling external foes and inner demons that threaten to consume him. Disclaimer: Remember, This is fanfiction of Ramayana. Not "Original" Ramayana. I have no intention to harm anyone's religious belief, I am just writing a what-if story from my perspective. If you don't like it, I kindly request you not read this further. 7 Chapters/Week Minimum.

Suryaputra_Karna01 · 奇幻
分數不夠
63 Chs

Chapter No.45 Failure & Bandits (2/3)

[Meghnad's POV]

(Next Day)

I woke up in the hut on the Gurukul grounds. This hut was made by me only, as Gurudev said it was important for a warrior to be self-reliant. The simple structure provided shelter, but it also reminded me of the discipline and focus I needed to cultivate. Sunlight streamed through the small gaps in the walls, casting a golden glow over the sparse interior. The events of the previous day lingered in my mind, the destructive outburst replaying like a vivid nightmare.

Stretching, I felt the soreness in my muscles—a lingering reminder of the chaos I had unleashed. My claws were gone, and my body had returned to its normal state, but the memory of the storm within me felt as raw as the day before. Today, I had a new resolve. Shukracharya's words echoed in my mind: The destroyer and the protector.