After securing the Rishi-rank martial arts, Siddharth returned quietly to Ayodhya Gurukul.
No announcements.
No attention.
The first thing he did was rent a gravity training chamber.
A private one.
10× gravity.
Inside the sealed chamber, the world crashed down on him.
Every step felt like wading through molten iron. His bones groaned, muscles screamed, and prana circulation became a battle of pure will.
Siddharth clenched his fists.
He began with the Bajrang Fist Arts.
Each punch was slow at first agonizingly slow but precise. Every movement carved strength into his body. When his arms trembled, he shifted to the Garuda Wings Arts, forcing his legs to move under crushing pressure.
Three days passed.
He emerged drenched in sweat, eyes sharp
and immediately upgraded the chamber.
20× gravity.
Another three days.
Then
30× gravity.
Days blurred into weeks.
Siddharth lived inside the chamber, cycling gravity higher and higher, forcing his body to adapt, to break, to rebuild.
40×.
50×.
70×.
Pain became irrelevant.
At 100× gravity, the chamber itself groaned under the strain.
For forty-five days, Siddharth fought the weight of the world.
When he finally stepped out
The ground beneath his feet cracked.
His legs felt like coiled thunder, storing explosive force.
His fists were dense, heavy as hard as cold iron.
Despite being only Shishya Rank 8, his aura was terrifyingly condensed.
At this point
Even a Sadhak Rank 5 cultivator would not be his match.
The moment he exited the chamber, a cold voice reached his ears.
"Well, well."
Siddharth looked up.
A young man stood ahead, arms crossed, prana rolling off him in controlled waves.
Kartik.
Genius Class Rank 3.
Sadhak Rank 4.
Youngest son of the Yadav Family.
Kartik sneered.
"Now even pigs want to fly?" he said mockingly.
"After using a 100× gravity chamber, can you even afford food anymore?"
He stepped closer, eyes filled with disdain.
"A dog should know its place. It should never try to bite its master."
His voice grew sharper.
"Just because you crawled into the Expert Class doesn't mean you're strong. Know your place. Hide like the little mole you are and stop showing your face in the Gurukul."
Siddharth's expression didn't change.
"We'll see who the pig is when the time comes," he replied calmly.
"Just don't run away like a coward."
His eyes hardened.
"Or you might die like one."
Kartik's smile vanished.
"You think Devdutt protecting you makes you invincible?" he snapped.
"Don't act arrogant or I'll personally teach you a lesson."
Siddharth met his gaze without flinching.
"I'm not afraid of you."
He paused.
"How about this thirty days from now, on the martial stage of the Gurukul."
"If you win," Siddharth said evenly,
"I'll become your subordinate. I'll serve you till death."
The air froze.
Kartik's face twisted with rage.
"You arrogant brat," he hissed.
"I'll kill you in thirty days."
"Just wait."
He turned and stormed away, killing intent boiling beneath his calm exterior.
Siddharth exhaled slowly.
Then he left the area and headed toward the residential quarters.
Later that day, he met Arjun and Shraddha.
Both had advanced into the Expert Class.
No mandatory theory classes.
No daily restrictions.
Only strength mattered now.
"I'm heading back to the Forbidden Valley," Siddharth told them.
"You should come with me."
Arjun hesitated. "That place is dangerous"
"You don't need to worry about safety," Siddharth interrupted calmly.
"I'll arrange for two Sadhak-realm experts to protect us."
Shraddha looked at him carefully. "…You're serious."
"Yes."
After some discussion and seeing the unshakable confidence in Siddharth's eyes they finally agreed.
Three disciples.
One goal.
To grow stronger.
That very day, the trio left Ayodhya Gurukul, heading toward the wild lands once more
Toward blood, danger, and relentless evolution.
And somewhere within the Gurukul—
A countdown had begun.
Thirty days.