Chapter 246

This is truly unbelievable! Could it be that Jalandhara still remembers him and Kavia, who was still the Aspected God, listening to his praises?

Of course, this was Kama joking. Although Jalandhara is an incarnation of Shiva's Wrath, and although he has returned, he is not the only embodiment of wrath.

After a moment's thought, Kama felt that the most likely possibility was that he had been reincarnated as Kavia, whom he had raised, also known only to him as 'Vasanta'. After all, the Himalayas Mountains were his territory, so it was quite possible that he had been triggered by seeing him in danger.

"Hmm, not bad..."

Kama seemed to have thought of something again, and suddenly his smile froze. He frowned and looked out the window.

"Could it be that Vritra is here...?"

To this day, Kama still remembers Vritra, who wept bitterly at the Daksha Fire Sacrifice because of Kavia's reincarnation. There is no doubt that he was qualified as the only attendant of the god Kavia. But right now, Kama has no intention of easily sending back the Kavia he has raised so many of.

We are his parents in this life! No one can take us away without my permission!

Just as Kama was encouraging himself in this way—

"Kid, you're awake."

Hearing the door open and a somewhat familiar voice, Kama looked toward the owner of the voice.

It was Vritra, the former yellow-haired Asuras King was now standing with his arms crossed, his Dragon Tail swishing behind him in a very displeased manner.

"... Vritra, you really came..."

"Of course I had to come!"

A smile appeared on Vritra's lips, and he slowly walked to Kama, who was still in bed, and looked down at him.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have known that my master's reincarnation was toyed with like that by a brat like you."

The Blonde Girl's words were laced with barely concealed anger. "You deserve to die."

After Vritra transformed into a small snake and climbed onto Kavia's shoulder to reach the mountain, she had a very friendly exchange with Kama's pet Cockatoo, from which she learned how her master was harsh on his young master, including but not limited to—

The duties of the substitute include cooking, acting as a pillow, waking people up, helping to comb their hair, assisting with brushing their teeth, occasionally feeding them, tying red ribbons, etc.

Just listening to this made Vritra almost lose his composure. His master was, after all, an Aspected God, even in reincarnation, and yet this little Love God, not even Guardian God, was making such demands of him. Ah, how envious... no, I wish you would just die, Kama...

But Vritra knew she was just making empty threats; after all, Kama was her master's current parent, and she dared not actually take any action.

Kama was initially a little embarrassed by the furious Vritra, but when he heard "You deserve to die!", the Love God's face darkened, probably because his fear of being taken away outweighed his guilt.

"I think you've completely forgotten that my status is now higher than yours, Vritra."

Kama deliberately used a provocative tone.

"I am now Aya's parent, while you are merely a follower. It's self-evident who holds a higher position—the one who raised her or the little snake she took in."

"Ha?"

Kama's seemingly superior statement could not suppress the Blonde Girl who was once the Asuras King.

A hint of disdain flashed in Vritra's Golden Eyes.

"Nurturer... Ha, I'm almost embarrassed to say that. I think you're just a Love God who can't do anything right now."

"You're really infuriating..."

Kama responded through gritted teeth.

But now the Love God understands what Vritra means; he is referring to the duties he must fulfill as the 'Proxy God of Love' that he told Kavia about.

Damn it, aren't those things normal? If you want to become Love God, what's wrong with being nicer to your parents? Have you forgotten how you used to borrow milk to raise them? You've worked so hard, what's wrong with repaying them for all that hard work? Vritra, if that Asura, stays here even a day longer, he'll corrupt Aya... As a parent, I must get rid of this bad influence on my child!

Of course, Kama knew he was no match for Vritra and needed to seek Kavia's help.

However, at this point, the Love God was aware that Kavia had already gone on to fulfill her duties as the god of Love God.

We must wait... seize the moment, let Aya see that the arrogant and domineering Vritra is beyond redemption...

The thought of returning to a world just the two of them brought a slight smile to Kama's usually gloomy lips.

You're just gloating for now, Vritra, you'll see!

Thus, Love God made up his mind.

At the same moment, in a certain Asura dwelling place in the Underworld Realm, where is Kavia, Proxy God of Love?

As the Love God, her duties extend beyond humans; she can also be a deity or Asura, so it is perfectly normal for her to roam the Three Worlds.

At that moment, in the courtyard of the Asura family, Kavia saw a seemingly invisible child being bullied by the other children.

If he were still in his Aspected God form, he would surely recognize at a glance that this child is Shiva unleashing his anger upon Kama, and Parvati attempted to stop him with her hand, thus giving birth to the sweaty hand that fell to the Underworld Realm, namely the blind Andhaka, another Asuras King.

Seven years have passed since Kama fell into a coma. Taraka, the Asuras King who previously plagued the Three Worlds, was destroyed by Shiva, the War God of the Heaven Realm and son of Shiva and Parvati, on the seventh Kartikeya after his birth. However, it seems that he has now run away from home due to a conflict with Shiva.

Overall, however, the situation in the Three Worlds and Indra's position as the Heavenly Emperor Gods became somewhat more stable.

The Brahma Realm.

The Rishi Narada looked at Brahma before him and said worriedly:

"Praise be to Narayana, Brahma! The wrath born from the third eye of the Great God once gave birth to the Jalandhara, the consequences of which are evident to all. When I traveled through the Three Worlds, I saw a child of the Asura tribe. That child was born from the union of the energies of the Great God Parvati. What kind of Future awaits him? We must pay close attention, Brahma! Only you can know the true nature of new life."

"Rishi."

Brahma smiled gently.

"At the beginning of creation, Brahman determined the characteristics of all living beings. The timing of their birth and the reason for their birth are all important factors that determine their characteristics. This life that has been born and is growing originates from the combination of Divine Power and sweat, which is the substance excreted from the body."

It may be born of anger, fear, exhaustion, or heat, but sweat always contains things useless to the body, impurities, or unnecessary substances. A life born in this way will not bring any blessings.

Upon hearing this, Narada gave a bitter smile, as if he had remembered something.

"Praise Narayana, for even the useless can benefit the world... Brahma, I understand your contradiction, for only contradiction can shape the world, and the birth of this new life will bring a new story. Praise be to the Lord of the Himalayas."

"Rishi."

Brahma sighed, "This being possesses immense destructive power. He should not be compared to the Jalandhara. The Jalandhara has his own beliefs and principles, and has always protected the Asura. If it weren't for his ambition to replace the Great God, he would surely have become an outstanding king. Kavia, I, and the Great God all thought so, but this time the situation is completely different."

"What's the difference, Brahma?"

"He is without principles and ambitious, his power comes from his closed eyes. Because he cannot see, his strength arises from the dripping sweat, and he is always restless. He is the enemy of light and the embodiment of darkness. This is Andhaka."

Underworld Realm.

"Brothers."

Unable to see, Andhaka groped his way forward in the courtyard, waving his hands.

Upon seeing Andhaka arrive, the children who had been playing together began to whisper among themselves.

"Andhaka is here, that unlucky little devil."

Why is this guy still coming? I can't see him at all.

"That's disgusting."

"Keep your voice down. He may be blind, but he's not deaf."

Whether Andhaka heard it or not, she smiled.

"If possible, I'd like to play with you guys."

Upon hearing this, the children looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally one of them said:

"Of course, Andhaka, come and play!"

After saying that, he turned to the child beside him and said, "He's blind, it must be very interesting for him to play like this."

"But if you want to join us, you still have to keep your eyes closed."

"That's right, we have to be blindfolded."

"Of course, I'll do whatever you say."

Andhaka accepted this entirely, speaking very quickly, "I just want to play with you guys."

However, his sincerity failed to win the children's favor. They then laughed again and took the red eye bags, tying them over Andhaka's eyes.

"He wants to play with us, so let's see how he breaks the jars."

The game is simple: the unseen Andhaka has to break the jars placed in front of him. Of course, the children didn't actually place any jars.

"Remember, you only have one chance. If you don't break the jar in one hit, we'll never play with you again."

Then they turned Andhaka's body around a few times, and when they let go and saw his trembling and the stick he was swinging wildly in fear, they laughed loudly as if they had seen something amusing.

Amidst the laughter, Andhaka continued his arduous attempt to break the jar that wasn't actually there, which only made the laughter grow louder.

At that moment, Andhaka gripped the stick tightly in his hand.

In fact, he is not completely blind; he can sometimes see some blurry things, but he cannot distinguish them.

At that moment, amidst the usual mocking laughter from all around, Andhaka thought to herself that even if she knocked them unconscious with a stick, her father would only think it was an accident and wouldn't do anything to her...

Perhaps due to his eyesight, the sounds that Andhaka could hear were incredibly clear.

Having made up his mind, Andhaka's lips curled into a slight smile, and he swung his stick at the one who was laughing the loudest.

Suddenly, Andhaka stopped and turned to look up at something.

He had a feeling that someone was watching him.

From the sky? Or from the ground not far away? Being watched by the stars... or by animals? Flowers? Or perhaps... a different kind of light?

The word popped into Andhaka's mind. He disliked light because it stung his eyes, but the main reason was that he could see a blurry figure in the light and fire, which filled him with both fear and a hidden Wrath.

Then, perhaps in search of something so different from all the previous oddities, he resolutely walked in that direction amidst the children's laughter.

Andhaka felt he had to find the source of this feeling.

Is this a sense of bewilderment at the unknown? Or simply curiosity?

Perhaps it is all of them, or perhaps it is neither.

In short, as if being sucked in and lured forward, he walked step by step while waving his hands, walking in the darkness of the world, passing through one tall tree after another and stepping over long weeds.

At the same time, the further they went, the darkness covering their eyes slowly peeled away, and Andhaka vaguely sensed this thought.

Is this a good idea?

In an instant, a question arose in Andhaka's mind, for he had never witnessed true light before, and the figure appearing in the incomplete light and fire filled him with fear.

He suddenly stopped and exhaled silently.

Andhaka sensed his gaze.

He realized that someone was indeed watching him.

The gentle river, reflected in the blue sky, is tinged with a glassy hue, sparkling like crystal under the clear sunlight, while the fragrance of unknown flowers wafts through the air.

Meanwhile, something is on the riverbank.

It is a person, and it must be a man; nothing more.

The two remained motionless, silently gazing at each other.

Finally, it was Andhaka who spoke, "... Who are you? Why are you looking at me?"

"Then why did you come to find me?"

Kavia countered with a question.

"... Why are you looking at me like that! I'm annoyed, I'm extremely annoyed, what right do you have to look at me like that!"

Andhaka roared, his Wrath perhaps seeming somewhat strange.

But in reality, the darkness before him wasn't complete darkness at first; even with his eyes bound, he could still see something.

But in the darkness, Andhaka heard mockery, pity, and deception.

And so, true darkness descended.

The west is accustomed to darkness, blending into the night, silent and unnoticed, hiding itself.

Therefore, Andhaka wanted to become stronger. If he wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't be able to survive. Andhaka wanted to be strong enough to calmly hurt others, strong enough to take anything away from others without needing gentleness or sympathy. He didn't want or need those things at all.

Because Andhaka was born from dripping sweat, he was always restless and anxious; in other words, he was overly sensitive.

Kavia wasn't particularly angry at Andhaka's inexplicable roar; after all, he was just a somewhat sensitive child.

"You really want to kill your brothers, don't you?"