Genesis Maker: The Indian Marvel (Rewrite)

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- Calcutta, Bengal Province, British India -

- March 9, 1936 -

The streets were quiet as Aryan and Karna walked in silence. The air carried a faint chill, the scent of damp earth lingering from last night's rain. Aryan led the way, his steps steady, his senses alert. His clones had already checked the area, and the illusions he had set up ensured no unwanted visitors would come near. This conversation wasn't meant for prying ears.

The warehouse stood at the edge of the city, abandoned by the British long ago. Rusted metal doors groaned as Aryan pushed them open, revealing the dimly lit space inside. Dust clung to forgotten crates, and the scent of old wood and oil filled the air. Karna glanced around, his sharp eyes assessing the secrecy of the place before turning back to Aryan.

"You're being careful," Karna noted. "Whatever you brought me here for—it's important." His voice was serious, but there was curiosity in his gaze.

Aryan didn't answer. Instead, he walked to a wooden table where an old torch and a few discarded batteries lay. With a slow movement, he reached out, placing one hand over the torch. The weak glow flickered and died as he absorbed the electrical energy within. Then, with his other hand, he amplified the charge, letting blue-white sparks dance between his fingers. The faint crackle of electricity filled the silence.

Karna stiffened. His eyes darted from Aryan's hands to his face, his mind working fast. He had heard the rumors—whispers of a masked warrior striking fear into the British ranks, a man who wielded impossible power. Now, standing here, watching Aryan control raw energy, the pieces clicked into place.

"You," Karna breathed, realization dawning. "You're Maheshvara."

Aryan nodded, letting the sparks fade. He watched as Karna processed it. He wasn't worried. Karna had always been quick, a genius in his own right, though Aryan surpassed him in certain ways. There had always been a friendly rivalry between them, but beneath it, trust had never wavered.

Karna exhaled, his lips curling into a smirk. "I should've known. Who else could it be?" His expression grew more serious. "So? What's the plan? You wouldn't show me this unless it involved me."

"It does," Aryan said. "I'm building something. An organization. A force of people like me, with abilities that can truly fight back against the British. No more small rebellions that get crushed. No more waiting for permission. We take control."

Karna's eyes lit up with something close to excitement. "You want me in?"

"Of course," Aryan said. "But there's a problem. You don't have any powers."

The words made Karna pause. He hesitated before speaking, his voice quiet but firm. "I know." He looked at Aryan directly. "That won't stop me from fighting. I was always going to join the struggle, just like my parents."

Aryan had expected that response. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small glass vial. The golden liquid inside shimmered faintly in the dim light. He held it out. "Drink this."

Karna took it, examining the liquid curiously. "What is it?"

"A rare elixir I discovered in ancient ruins in Europe," Aryan said smoothly. "It's been tested. It works."

Karna didn't hesitate. He uncorked the vial and drank in one swift motion. Aryan blinked.

"You trust too easily," he muttered, shaking his head.

Karna grinned. "I trust you."

Aryan sighed, deciding he would have to teach Karna not to be so reckless later. For now, he observed. The change was immediate. Karna's muscles tensed, his breath hitched, and a faint glow flickered over his skin before fading. But then something strange happened. The air around him seemed to shift. Light bent subtly at the edges of his form, reacting to him in ways Aryan hadn't seen before.

Curious, Aryan called out to the system in his mind.

"System, create an Analysis skill."

| Ding |

| Intermediate Analysis Skill created. |

| Cost: 50 MP. |

His MP dropped to 150, but he didn't care. He activated the skill, his vision sharpening as new information flowed into his mind.

And what he saw made him pause.

Aryan's vision shifted the moment he activated the Analysis skill. A translucent panel appeared in his mind's eye, displaying information about Karna in clear, simple text.

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Name: Karna Sharma

Age: 15

Race: Human (Mutant)

Power Level: Tier-2 (Peak)

Ability: Photokinesis (Omega-level X-Gene)

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Aryan's fingers tightened slightly. He hadn't expected this. A mutant? That was rare enough, but an Omega-level X-Gene? That was something else entirely. His mind raced through possibilities.

Photokinesis—the ability to manipulate light. That explained what he had seen earlier. The way the light subtly bent around Karna, as if reacting to him. It wasn't just a trick of the eye. It was real.

Karna was watching him, waiting. "Well?" he asked, impatience creeping into his tone. "Did the liquid take effect properly?"

Aryan met his gaze. "More than simply take effect. You have awakened your X-Gene."

Karna frowned. "A what?"

"A mutation. A genetic trait that gives you a power. And not just any power—photokinesis. You can control light."

Karna blinked. He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as if expecting something to happen. "That… doesn't sound too bad." His lips curled into a grin. "Actually, it sounds pretty damn good."

Aryan huffed a quiet laugh. "You're taking this well."

Karna shrugged. "You just shot lightning out of your hands. This isn't even the strangest thing that's happened today." His expression turned thoughtful. "So… what can I do exactly?"

Aryan considered it. "I'm not sure yet. You'll have to train, figure it out. But if my analysis is right, your potential is… immense." He paused, then added, "You're stronger than I expected."

Karna smirked. "Stronger than you?"

Aryan rolled his eyes. "Don't push it."

They stood in silence for a moment before Karna spoke again, more seriously this time. "This means I can really help, doesn't it?"

Aryan nodded. "More than you realize."

Karna's grin widened, excitement practically radiating off him. "So, when do we start?"

Aryan crossed his arms. "Not yet."

Karna's expression faltered. "What do you mean, 'not yet'? We just discovered I have powers! Shouldn't we be testing them?"

"We will," Aryan assured him. "But first, we need to bring in someone else."

Karna raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

Aryan glanced at him. "Shakti."

Karna let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. "I should've known. Loverboy strikes again."

Aryan rolled his eyes. "Shut up." His voice was flat, but a faint heat crept up his neck. He masked it well, but Karna caught the slight shift and smirked.

"Don't even try to deny it," Karna teased.

"I'm not," Aryan said evenly. Then, with a pointed look, he added, "You know how she gets when she's left out of the loop."

Karna shuddered dramatically, the memory clear in his mind. "Right. Let's not repeat that disaster."

Aryan allowed himself a small smile. "Glad you understand."

"Understand? I survived it," Karna muttered. "Let's just go before she finds out on her own and makes us regret it."

Aryan nodded, satisfied. Without another word, he turned and led Karna toward Natore Royal Palace.

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Before heading to Natore, Aryan and Karna first returned home to inform their families.

Aryan kept it simple. "I'm going to Natore to meet Shakti."

His father, Surya Rajvanshi, gave him a long look before nodding. "Be careful." His mother, Anjali, simply sighed but didn't object. She had long accepted that Aryan wasn't one to sit idle.

Karna had a similar conversation at home. His parents, both members of the Bharat Swatantrata Sangathan (BSS), were used to his involvement in the freedom struggle. His father, Rajendra Sharma, simply told him to stay alert, while his mother, Radha, made him promise to return safely.

Once that was done, they regrouped on the outskirts of Calcutta, away from prying eyes. The moment Karna reached the meeting point, Aryan stepped into a shadow—and vanished.

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared several meters away. Then, without a word, he took Karna with him as they sank into the darkness again and jumped forward, covering vast distances in seconds. Karna watched with a deadpan expression before rolling his eyes.

"Seriously, how many powers do you even have?" he asked, crossing his arms.

Aryan stopped mid-step, turning just enough to smirk. "What happened to your earlier words about surpassing me?"

Karna groaned. "Fine, don't tell me." He started walking again, muttering under his breath, "But I will surpass you."

Aryan chuckled but didn't push further. With that, they made their way toward Natore Royal Palace.

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- Natore Rajbari, Natore, Bengal Province -

- March 9, 1936 -

Aryan and Karna soon arrived at Natore Rajbari, the grand palace standing tall with its intricate architecture and sprawling courtyards. The guards at the entrance recognized them immediately.

The gatekeeper, an older man with a neatly trimmed mustache, gave them a respectful nod. "Welcome back, Aryan Babu, Karna Babu."

He didn't stop them—he never did. They had visited many times before. But as protocol demanded, he gestured for a nearby palace messenger and murmured a few words. The young boy quickly ran off, no doubt to inform the head butler of Aryan's arrival.

Walking past the gates, the two made their way through the well-maintained pathways lined with lush gardens and fountains. Karna whistled lowly. "I always forget how extravagant this place is."

Aryan didn't comment, his focus ahead.

By the time they reached the inner halls, their arrival had already been relayed. The palace staff welcomed them warmly—especially Aryan. Being Shakti Nath Roy's fiancé and the son of the Rajvanshi family, he was treated with high regard.

Soon, a familiar figure approached—the head butler, Devraj. An elderly man with sharp eyes and a posture that spoke of decades of service, he greeted Aryan with a respectful bow.

"A pleasure to see you again, Aryan Babu, Karna Babu," he said with a slight smile. "Young Miss has been expecting you."

Aryan raised an eyebrow. "Has she?"

Devraj's smile widened just a little. "She said you'd come sooner or later."

Karna snorted. "Of course she did."

Without wasting time, the butler gestured for them to follow. As they stepped deeper into the palace, Aryan could already sense it—Shakti was waiting for them.

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