The Sneha familia

The Sneha family

”We must call upon the heroes who can defend our land, ” said the king.

The ceremony his ancestors had instructed him to do to safeguard his kingdom was finally put into action by the king.

”Prime Minister, get ready for the summons. ”

The court members previously scorched features flared up like the sun itself and they began to mumble like frogs in the dead of night.

”At last, we can take a few months off. ” A minister fell to his knees in relief.

”There will soon be an end to those never-ending monster waves, restless nights, and sorrows. ”

. . .

Several days later

The prime minister hurried into the palace hall, slammed into the big doors, and charged toward the king.

The sound caught everyones attention, and one chief minister said, ”Prime Minister, handle yourself with dignity. ”

As soon as possible, the prime minister knelt before the king. He didn apologize before telling them the truth since he knew they were going to die nonetheless. ”The summoning magic failed, Your Majesty. ”

”How is it possible? ” By grasping his throne and hunching forward in fear, the monarch demanded an explanation.

The prime minister spoke without fear for the king in his eyes, possibly because he was more afraid of their doom. ”All the summoning artifacts, magic circles, and equipment, as well as all the mana crystals in the entire capital… got disappeared. ”

Everyone who heard that exclaimed, ”Oh, god! ” in utter devastation and sorrow.

Unbeknownst to them, twenty minutes had passed without a single word being spoken; instead, they all stood there and contemplated their impending deaths.

”Prime Minister. ” It was unclear to him if the news was good or terrible, but a mage arrived yelling wildly since it appeared to be the most crucial piece of information.

He felt his legs wobble as the two guards crossed two spears in front of him.

The guard warned, ”You will be penalized for disturbing the court. ” The guard attempted to draw the magician away by grabbing his arm.

Despite this, the mage delivered the message loud enough for the entire court to hear to spare him from the gravity of the information.

”Strange magic circles started to appear in many small villages. They were imprinted on the village stones that were left by gods and it is the same time as when the prime minister activated the ancient magic circle. ”

The kings eyes lit up, he wanted to hold the mages hands and ask if it was the truth but as a king, he conducted himself and ordered, ”Release him now, ” and the two guards were so terrified that they did it without delay.

When the mage arrived, he bowed before the king. ”Your majesty, grand mage Surla sent this communication three minutes ago. ”

It just crossed the kings mind. The kings eyes widened in embarrassment over his folly in neglecting something so crucial.

He recalled his fathers advice, Rarara, remember this: never come in the path of the otherworldly heroes.

The king fell back on his throne. ”I didn pay much attention at the time, but now I see why my father informed me about this, ” said the king, ”I must never come in the way of otherworldly heroes.

This is how it works.

To become real heroes, heroes must endure numerous challenges. Only those who pass this exam can earn the title left behind by our forebears for the heroes. ”

No one opposed it even though they were aware they lacked the resources to test the heroes since they were convinced it was the ancestors intention.

At the same time,

At the same time,

The market was completely captivated for the whole week by Planta, a brand-new VRMMORPG game that just came out.

It will be the most astonishing game, as the CEO of Planta Company previously stated; no one will ever build a game like it again, and no player will play another game after that.

The rival gambling corporations publicly detested him. ”

”A poor 15-year-old boy was massaging a middle-aged man who was sitting in a long chair while the news on the large screen in the home continued.

”(Telugu) Rey, Shiva. ”

The man called.

”What is in that stupid game? ”

He spent ten lakhs (10,00,000) on it. ”

”(Telugu) Owner, ” said the boy, ”can a poor boy like me understand young owner who studied English? ”

”Big people have their own methods. ”

(In this context, ”owner ” refers to the proprietor of the property where a servant is employed.

That man is the owner since the home is his property.)

”Aren you enrolled at a public institution? ”

”Don joke, owner, ” said the boy, ”I am an OC candidate. ”

You are familiar with our chief minister.

He will only give free money to SC and ST instead of using it to develop our state.

So I can learn in a school that is not maintained, and I can get that free money as I am not an SC or ST. So I am just struck until the previous chief minister gets elected again.

The owner looked at him with pity and said, ”Technology has developed so much, and the world is running at full speed, but our country is struck with these reservations for low caste. ”

”Its not our countrys fault; its the peoples. Not all people either, only bad rulers. Our country is great. ”

*Bam! crash! clank! *

A sudden, breaking sound occurred from inside a room of the big house.

Listening to that, all the servants who were working in the house, the house members, and everyone immediately ran towards the room in worry. When the owner entered the room, everyone moved away.

”What happened? ” he asked only to look at his son in deep frustration.

As Shiva went and saw the scene, he saw a boy, who was 3 years older than him, in deep frustration, and he then saw a headgear with a crack and dent on it for the new VRMMORPG game that was connected to a switchboard.

”That damn old geezer, how dare he give me such a useless quest? ” The boy muttered while trying to contain his frustration in front of many people.

”Rey, that cost ten lakh rupees. Why did you break it? ” the owner asked in worry.

”Dad, that stupid gear is cursed, ” said the boy. ”No one should use it. Shiva, throw it away. I will buy a new one. ”

Shiva looked at the owner to confirm his order. ”Owner? ”

”Throw it away, ” said the owner, shaking his head helplessly, and went toward the boy. ”Don be angry, son. We will buy a new one and do pooja before using it. ” (Pooja is a sacred ritual performed for God for a variety of reasons, such as good omen and so on.)

Rich people are rich, thought Shiva, hey could have given me this money for studies.

Shiva wasn particularly sad or angry about it, but he just felt it was a waste. In addition, he never studies.

He took the headgear as per orders. ”Owner, I will go home like that. ”

”Ok. ”

Shiva exited the large house with a large compound, as it was a bad thing to throw a cursed item in the houses dustbin; he needed to throw it outside.

While Shiva raised his hand to throw it away in front of a dustbin, he thought again. What a waste; why don I use it? This is not actually cursed. The young owner just got angry because something went wrong in the game. I want to see what this thing is.

He had a hankering to see what rich kids do while he worked hard every day. Again, he was not particularly jealous or greedy. As an orphan, he didn know much about the world but was very adventurous. For an adventurer, every unknown was exciting.

People in this country have a natural way of accepting their positions. They either improve or remain stagnant, but they would never blame others for what they lack. Well, mostly, before 1700.

With a curiosity for why people like these metal and plastic combinations so much that they lose their health to use them, Shiva took that gear with him to the slum.

Slums were areas where the poorest people lived in tents as permanent housing. Due to his owners generosity, Shiva had food to eat twice a day in the owners house and clothes to wear that were not used by the owners son anymore.

In slums, that was luxury and was envied by many.

”Rey, Shiva, what is that helmet? ”

”Did you buy a bike? ” A friend asked sarcastically as he walked next to Shiva by wrapping his arm around him. He had a genuine smile on him.

”This is not a helmet, stupid; this is…ahhh…this is geer, ” said Shiva.

”Geer? What will it do? It has a plug. Will it cook without gas? ” He thought it was something like a rice cooker.

”No, stupid, this is to keep on your head, ” Shiva said in his usual friendly, bad-mouthing way.

”Then you will get shocked. ”

”No, my young owner used it; this is some game. Lets go to the railway station to use it with the switch, ” said Shiva with curious eyes.

Looking at those eyes, his friend couldn deny it. With three more boys following them, they went to the railroad station.