Aurora City glimmered under the early morning sun, but Mukul's mind was far from its calm streets. Sitting in the control room of his Eternal Dominion Guild headquarters, he scanned multiple screens, each showing live updates of his global operations. The merged guild had grown into a worldwide force—its influence spreading across multiple continents, all managed carefully to protect his family and interests.
Yet today, something unusual had surfaced. Reports from the European branch indicated a mysterious syndicate moving advanced weapons and tech illegally. Mukul frowned, sensing danger. If the syndicate wasn't intercepted, it could threaten governments, businesses, and civilians. And with his family's identity still hidden, any exposure could put them at risk.
Mukul immediately deployed teams across his guild network, using aliases to operate without revealing himself. While monitoring operations, he noticed a live feed from a small village in Spain. A family was being attacked by armed men trying to kidnap them. Mukul's eyes narrowed. Something about the family felt… familiar.
He activated his private jet system and arrived within hours, using his shadow operations network to locate the attackers. On the scene, chaos unfolded: men with rifles and armoured vehicles surrounded the family's estate. The father, a local entrepreneur, and his wife were helpless, and their teenage daughter was hiding behind a wall, trembling.
Mukul quietly activated his enhanced cultivation abilities—his photographic memory and sharpened senses letting him analyse every movement of the assailants. He swiftly disabled the men using a combination of martial arts, precise weapon strikes, and strategic hacking of their communications and vehicles. Within minutes, the attackers were neutralised, leaving Mukul standing silently, surveying the aftermath.
The girl hesitated at first, but then ran toward him, her eyes wide with fear and awe. Mukul recognised her immediately, though she looked younger than before. This is… my first disciple from the last life, he thought. Her name was Aarohi Mehta, and in his previous life, he had saved her and her family from danger and trained her in the ways of cultivation and discipline. She had been one of his most loyal and promising disciples, yet in this life, she didn't recognise him.
Aarohi's parents gathered around Mukul, tears in their eyes. "Who… who are you?" the father stammered.
Mukul smiled gently. "I'm someone who saved your family. You're safe now. I promise, nothing will harm you again."
Aarohi's eyes were fixed on him, suspicion and wonder battling in her gaze. "You… you saved us before, didn't you? But… how do you know our names?" she asked, her voice trembling. Mukul knelt slightly to meet her eyes.
"I've known you for a long time," he said calmly. "In a previous life, I guided you, trained you, and kept you safe. Today, I'm here to do it again. But this time, I want you to choose to follow me—not because I saved you, but because you want to learn and grow."
Aarohi's parents hesitated, but Mukul's presence radiated authority and calm. "I can protect you," he continued, "but I can also train you to protect yourself and others. You have the potential, Aarohi. In time, you could become stronger than anyone imagines. But first, you have to trust me and take the first step—become my disciple."
Aarohi looked down, her mind racing. Memories from dreams she didn't understand—visions of Mukul teaching her, guiding her, saving her—flashed before her eyes. Her heart pounded. She felt a strange familiarity, a pull she couldn't explain. Finally, she nodded slowly.
"I… I want to learn," she whispered. "I trust you."
Mukul smiled softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Good. Then we start today. You'll learn the ways of cultivation, combat, and knowledge. You'll grow stronger, but always remember—your power is for protection, not for pride."
Her parents, still in awe, finally relaxed. "Thank you," Aarohi's father said, bowing slightly. "We owe you our lives."
Mukul shook his head. "No debt. Just grow well and use your skills wisely. That's all I ask."
After ensuring the family was safe and the syndicate's remaining forces neutralised, Mukul led Aarohi to a secure location within the city. He explained the guild's operations and taught her the basics of cultivation, meditation, and strategy, awakening the same potential she had in the previous life. Aarohi's eyes shone with determination. She understood now why he had sought her out—this life was her chance to grow under his guidance once more.
As Mukul prepared to leave for his next operation, he glanced at Aarohi. "Remember, trust is earned with action, not words. Stay sharp, stay focused, and always be ready. We have a long journey ahead."
Aarohi nodded firmly. "I will not disappoint you, Master Mukul."
Mukul smiled faintly, thinking of the countless challenges ahead: balancing college, guild operations, and protecting his family while training disciples in the shadows. He climbed into his car, his mind already shifting to the next task. But for the first time in this life, he felt a flicker of warmth—he had regained one of his precious disciples, someone who would fight by his side, someone he had protected in a past life and would continue to guide in this one.
The shadows stretched across Aurora City as Mukul drove, his mind alive with strategy, protection, and care. The Eternal Dominion Guild would continue to grow, its reach extending silently across the globe. And now, with Aarohi by his side, he knew the next chapter of his journey had begun—one that would intertwine past, present, and the future in ways only he could control.