Suryaputra Karna: 10 Million Dharma Critical hits-Chapter 1: Golden Rebirth, The Blessing of the Cosmic Parents

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Golden Rebirth, The Blessing of the Cosmic Parents

Outside the city, deep within a quiet forest, a young boy sat beneath an ancient banyan tree.

The night air was calm. Leaves whispered softly in the wind.

The boy sat cross-legged on the ground, his small body perfectly still.

He looked no older than seven.

Yet there was something unusual about him.

His skin carried a faint golden glow, like sunlight resting upon polished metal. His eyes were calm and deep—far too steady for a child of his age.

This boy was Karna.

To the world, he was nothing more than the adopted son of a humble charioteer.

A boy born without noble lineage.

A child who should have lived a quiet, ordinary life.

But fate had chosen something very different.

Hidden within him was a destiny that even the heavens could not easily ignore.

And deep within his soul existed something even more mysterious.

The 10 Million Dharma Critical Hits System.

Tonight, Karna was meditating.

No guru had taught him this practice.

No sage had guided him.

Instead, the instructions had come from the strange voice that lived within his mind.

Suddenly, a faint notification appeared before his eyes.

[Hidden Side Mission Activated]

Seek the Supreme Source of Dharma beyond the heavens.

Location: Sacred Forest of Jaipur

The glowing words faded quickly.

Karna slowly opened his eyes.

A small smile appeared on his lips.

"So... another mission."

His voice was quiet, almost thoughtful.

He had grown used to the strange system over the past few years. It did not appear often, and when it did, the rewards were always related to Dharma—acts aligned with righteousness and balance.

Sometimes the rewards were small.

Sometimes they multiplied.

The system called it Critical Dharma Hits.

Karna had not yet fully understood its limits.

But one thing was certain.

It had changed his life.

The wind moved gently through the branches above him.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves, falling across his golden skin.

For a moment, Karna’s thoughts drifted backward.

Back to the moment everything began.

A Few Years Earlier

The night sky above Jaipur had been filled with noise and light.

Car horns echoed across Ajmer Road.

Street vendors shouted to passing customers.

The scent of tea and spices filled the air.

I still remember it clearly.

One moment I was driving through traffic, holding a steel cup of hot chai in one hand.

The next moment—

Everything disappeared.

There was no pain.

No darkness.

Only silence.

And then...

Peace.

When I opened my eyes again, the world around me had completely changed.

I stood in a place that did not belong to the mortal world.

Mountains of eternal snow stretched endlessly into the horizon.

The sky looked deeper than the universe itself.

Stars seemed to move slowly through the air like drifting pearls.

In the center of that vast realm stood a sacred mountain.

Mount Kailash.

The spiritual heart of existence.

Even without being told, I knew where I was.

This was the divine abode ofShiva.

The air itself felt alive with sacred power.

Every breath carried a calmness that no human world could offer.

And at the foot of that cosmic mountain...

Someone was waiting.

The Cosmic Father

A lone figure sat upon a tiger skin.

His body was still as stone.

Ash covered his skin.

Serpents rested peacefully around his neck.

Rudraksha beads hung across his chest.

His matted hair rose like a crown of wild mountains.

A crescent moon glowed softly above his head.

Even with his eyes closed, the entire universe seemed to move around him.

There could only be one being like this in all existence.

Mahadev.

Lord Shiva.

For a moment, I simply stood there in silence.

My mind struggled to understand what was happening.

Had I died?

Was this judgment?

Or was this something else entirely?

Before I could speak, the great god slowly opened his eyes.

The moment his gaze fell upon me, I felt as though every secret of my soul had been revealed.

Yet strangely... there was no fear.

Only calm.

A faint smile appeared on Mahadev’s lips.

"You have arrived."

His voice was quiet.

But it carried the weight of creation itself.

I swallowed nervously.

"I... think I died."

Mahadev chuckled softly.

"Death is merely a doorway."

He studied me for a long moment.

Then he spoke again.

"Your soul carries unusual karma."

He paused slightly.

"In your previous life, you admired warriors who walked their path despite suffering."

"And one name remained in your heart."

My breath slowed.

Karna.

The tragic hero of the ancient epic.

Mahadev nodded slightly, as if confirming my thoughts.

"The wheel of destiny turns endlessly."

"Stories repeat across time."

His gaze grew deeper.

"Would you walk that path yourself?"

The life of Karna was not easy.

Abandoned at birth.

Mocked by society.

Bound by loyalty and fate.

And destined to stand against the greatest warriors of the age.

Yet despite all that...

Karna never abandoned his honor.

Slowly, I nodded.

"If I walk that path..."

"I want the power to fight fate itself."

Mahadev’s smile widened slightly.

"You ask not for comfort... but for strength to challenge destiny."

The great god slowly raised his hand.

The sky above Kailash glowed with ancient symbols of Dharma.

A strange divine energy gathered between his fingers.

"This power will remain hidden from the heavens."

"No god..."

"No sage..."

"No celestial being..."

"Will know the source of your strength."

A radiant light appeared before me.

Then it entered my chest.

In that instant, a mechanical voice echoed inside my mind.

[System Initialization Complete]

[10 Million Dharma Critical Hits System Activated]

A golden interface appeared within my consciousness.

[10 Million Dharma Critical Hits System]

Purpose: Assist the wielder in walking the path of Dharma.

Core Law:

Whenever the host gains power, knowledge, fortune, or advantage through righteous actions...

The reward may trigger a Dharma Critical Hit.

Critical Multiplier Range:

×10×100×1,000×10,000×100,000×1,000,000×10,000,000

My heart raced.

Ten million times.

Even a small gain could become something extraordinary.

Mahadev spoke calmly.

"This system does not create power from nothing."

"It multiplies the fruits of your actions."

His gaze sharpened.

"If your path follows Dharma... even a small effort may grow into something legendary."

He paused briefly.

"But if your actions stray from Dharma..."

"The system will remain silent."

I nodded slowly.

Mahadev looked toward the endless horizon.

"You will be reborn as the son ofSurya."

"But the world will know you only as a charioteer’s child."

A faint smile appeared on the face of the great god.

"Walk your path well..."

"Suryaputra."

The wind of Kailash roared.

Light swallowed the mountain.

And my new destiny began.

Seven years later...

The forest breeze returned.

Karna sat quietly beneath the banyan tree, looking up at the moon.

"In the old story... Karna was a tragic hero."

"But this time..."

His eyes shone with determination.

"I will write a different fate."

The wind moved gently through the leaves.

For a moment, Karna closed his eyes.

His thoughts drifted back to the beginning of this life... to the moment when destiny first placed him upon the path of the Sun.

To the day a child wrapped in divine armor floated upon the sacred river.

To the moment when the abandoned son ofSuryaentered the mortal world.

And that... is where this story truly begins.

Karna’s Oath Before Shiva

Karna bowed deeply.

"I will walk the path of Dharma.

I will not insult the gods.

I will not break cosmic order without cause.

But I will not accept unjust fate.

A powerful force pulled Karna away.

In a blink, he vanished, unable to bid farewell.

Before losing consciousness, he heard one final warning:

"Remember—you will be born as Karna, with his karma and destiny.

Take care not to repeat his mistakes."

Then darkness.

"Swami... did we grant him too much?"

The golden radiance surrounding her faded.

And somewhere...

A child stood.

A child whose future even the gods could not foresee.

The gods trembled unknowingly.

The Mahabharata had already changed.

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