The voice echoed again in his ears.
Please... help me.
Help me, and I will grant your wish.
Before Roshan could even understand what was happening, the ground beneath him collapsed. A pitch-black hole swallowed his body whole, dragging him into an endless abyss.
Darkness.
Then—nothing.
When consciousness slowly returned, the first thing Roshan felt was pain. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed through his head as if he had been asleep for years. His eyelids trembled, heavy as stone, before finally opening.
But what he saw made his breath hitch.
This was not the familiar ceiling of his cramped Mumbai apartment. No flickering tube light. No traffic noise. No smell of dust and concrete.
Instead, soft golden light illuminated an unfamiliar room. The walls were adorned with strange symbols, and the air carried a faint, unfamiliar fragrance.
Roshan shot up from the bed.
"Where the hell am I?" he shouted, his voice echoing unnaturally loud.
As if responding to his scream, the door creaked open.
A woman stepped inside.
She wore clothing unlike anything Roshan had ever seen—long flowing fabric, embroidered with intricate patterns, almost regal. Her hair was neatly tied, and her posture was respectful, almost... submissive.
She bowed slightly.
"Is something the matter, my lord?"
Roshan froze.
He stared at her, heart pounding, mind racing.
He didn't understand a single word she had spoken.
Fear surged through his veins.
"Hey—hey!" he shouted back, panic overtaking reason. "Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?"
The woman stiffened. Confusion flashed across her face, quickly followed by fear. She took a hesitant step back, clearly shaken by the sudden change in the young master's behavior.
Roshan's breathing grew heavy. His hands trembled as his eyes scanned the room for anything he could use.
His gaze landed on a metal lamp resting on a nearby table.
Without thinking, he grabbed it and held it up defensively.
"Listen," he said, voice shaking but loud, "I'm gonna ask you one last time—where the hell am I?!"
The woman's face turned pale. She looked as though she had seen a ghost.
"Y-Young master...?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Before Roshan could say another word, a sharp pain exploded inside his head.
It felt as if something was tearing through his mind.
"Agh—!"
His vision blurred. The room spun violently. His thoughts shattered, turning into incomprehensible fragments.
White flooded his eyes.
And then—
Everything went dark.
Roshan's body collapsed onto the cold floor, completely unconscious.
Darkness surrounded him.
Time had lost all meaning when the voice returned—clearer this time, closer than before.
Wake up... please.
We don't have much time.
Please, wake up.
The words echoed again and again, pressing against Roshan's consciousness.
Suddenly—
His eyes flew open.
But something was wrong.
There was no body beneath him.
No weight. No breath. No heartbeat.
He looked down—or rather, tried to—and realized the horrifying truth.
He wasn't inside that unfamiliar body anymore.
He was floating.
A translucent form mirrored his shape, glowing faintly like mist under moonlight. His hands passed through one another when he tried to touch them.
"My body..." he muttered, panic rising.
"What the fuck is happening to me?"
Before he could spiral further, the space in front of him distorted.
A presence emerged.
She was enormous—far larger than any human—yet her form was elegant, almost divine. A powerful green aura flowed endlessly around her like a living force, pulsing with calm and authority. Her eyes held an ancient stillness, as if she had witnessed the birth and death of countless worlds.
She looked down at him.
"Are you conscious now?" she asked.
"May I have a word with you personally... traveler from another world?"
Roshan recoiled instinctively.
He couldn't understand a single word she spoke, but the sheer pressure of her presence made his soul tremble. Fear tightened his chest as his mind struggled to process the rapid succession of impossible events.
A hole in reality.
A strange body.
Now this... thing.
He backed away, wary and confused.
Sensing his fear, the woman raised her hand—not in threat, but in reassurance.
"There is no need to be wary of me," she said gently.
"I am the God of Peace and Natural Order. Please, remain calm."
But as she spoke, realization dawned in her eyes.
He couldn't understand her.
After a brief pause, she extended her hand. Resting on her palm was a ring—simple in design, yet radiating an unfamiliar power.
She gestured toward it, then toward him.
Roshan hesitated.
But something deep within him told him she meant no harm.
Slowly, he reached out and slipped the ring onto his finger.
The moment it touched his soul—
Information flooded his mind.
Languages.
History.
Geography.
Social structures.
Names of lands, races, and kingdoms.
It was overwhelming.
His soul trembled under the weight of knowledge not his own. Minutes passed—ten, fifteen, twenty for about 1 hour—before the chaos finally began to settle.
When clarity returned, Roshan gasped.
He understood.
The language.
This place.
This world.
He looked up at the towering figure before him.
The goddess met his gaze.
"Now," she said softly, her voice echoing with divine authority,
"can you understand me?"
She paused, then continued—
"Please... person from another world."
"We need your help."
Roshan stared at the glowing ring on his finger, still trying to convince himself that this was not a dream.
"That ring you're wearing," the woman said calmly, her green aura pulsing like a breathing forest, "is one of the divine artifacts of the Old Gods. To be precise, it once belonged to my mother."
Roshan blinked.
"...Whoa. Hold up. Divine artifacts? Old gods?" He raised his hands in surrender. "First I get a full-speed crash course on history, geography, and language straight into my brain, and now this? What the hell is going on? Why am I here? And—" he squinted at her towering figure, "—who are you again?"
The woman didn't look offended. If anything, she looked... amused.
"Please, there is no need to worry," she said in a voice so calm it almost felt illegal. "I will answer all your questions. Just breathe."
She placed one glowing hand over her chest.
"I am the God of Peace and Natural Order, from one of the Nine Worlds. My name is Sylvara Eonveil, one of the Nine Gods."
Roshan swallowed so hard it echoed in his ears.
"...So you're saying you're, like... actually a god? And there are eight more of you just casually existing?"
"Yes," Sylvara replied with a nod.
Roshan rubbed his face. "Great. Fantastic. I can barely manage my own life, and now there's a whole divine council involved."
Then he straightened up suddenly.
"Wait—human from another world?" he pointed at himself. "Hey, I have a name, you know! It's Roshan. So care to explain why I'm here? Why was I dragged into this whole cosmic mess?"
Sylvara's expression shifted—just slightly.
"I was not the one who summoned you."
Roshan froze. "...You weren't?"
"No. It was the work of a different being," she continued. "One who told me that he is the one you are seeking."
Roshan frowned. "Another god?"
Sylvara shook her head slowly.
"No. Not a god."
"...That's somehow worse," Roshan muttered.
"I felt a presence similar to ours," she added. "But it was not divine."
Roshan scratched the back of his head. "So let me get this straight. I got kidnapped across worlds by a mystery not-god, handed a godly family heirloom, and now I'm part of something big enough to scare actual gods?"
"Yes."
"...I want a refund."
For the first time, Sylvara smiled.
"Roshan of another world—"
"Uh, just Roshan is fine, Miss Peace God," he interrupted quickly.
She tilted her head. "Very well. Then just roshan you may call me Sylvara."
Roshan made a weird face as he looked up at her,uhm i mean you can remove the just and, "Wow. Casual first-name basis with a god. My parents would be proud."
Sylvara's aura flickered, then dimmed.
"I would like to know more about you," she said softly. "But we do not have much time. The others will arrive soon."
"The others... as in the other gods?" Roshan asked.
"Yes."
"...Yeah, that sounds like my cue to panic."
Sylvara stepped back, her form beginning to fade.
"I will meet you again, Roshan," she said. "Until then—be careful. Do not trust anyone in your current household... or in this world."
Roshan's heart skipped a beat.
"Wait—what do you mean—?"
But she was already gone.
The green light vanished, leaving Roshan alone, staring at the ring on his finger.
"...I knew today was going to be weird," he sighed. "But this is on a whole new level." Before the arrival of the other gods Roshan returned to his new body and had a slight grasp of his situation, he was wondering is this new life, if this is going to bring him peace or chaos.
To be continued...