That day was usual as any other day. But who could have said that a bomb blast will happen.
That day began like any other.
The sun rose over the city without warning anyone of what was to come. Trams screeched along their rails, buses coughed out smoke, vendors shouted prices that no one truly listened to. People argued, laughed, cursed their bosses, checked their phones, worried about rent, exams, and unfinished dreams.
India, Kolkata.
It was Friday.
Office workers rushed across crossings with half-sipped tea cups. Students complained about classes. Shopkeepers opened shutters with the same tired motions they had repeated for years. Life followed its usual rhythm—predictable, boring, safe.
Until it didn't.
A deafening roar tore through the air.
For a fraction of a second, the world froze—then the road exploded.
Fire swallowed the street. Concrete shattered like glass. Vehicles were lifted and hurled aside as if they weighed nothing. The shockwave smashed windows, bent metal, and flung human bodies into the air like broken dolls. Screams drowned under the blast, and then—silence.
Not the calm kind.
Before anyone could understand what had happened, it was already over.
Smoke rose into the sky, thick and black, carrying the stench of burning flesh and fuel. Blood painted the asphalt. Pieces of lives—shoes, bags, shattered phones—lay scattered across the road. Sirens came later. Much later.
Some people died instantly.
Some survived.
And for them, the real nightmare began.
From that day on, every survivor cursed every breath they took.
Every single moment of their lives became a prayer—or a scream.
Those who believed in God begged Him endlessly, asking why. Those who never believed tried to end their lives, unable to bear the memories burned into their minds. Some fell into comas, trapped between life and death. Others survived only long enough to wish they hadn't.
And some—perhaps the lucky ones, perhaps not—died days later.
The news channels covered the tragedy nonstop.
"Deadliest Blast in Kolkata This Year."
"Authorities Investigating Terror Angle."
"Survivors Suffer Severe Psychological Trauma."
For a week, maybe less, the city mourned. Candles were lit. Debates were held. Politicians made promises. Then, slowly, people moved on. Like always...
But not everyone.
In a hospital room, far from the noise of reporters and sirens, someone lay completely still.
Machines beeped steadily. Tubes ran into a motionless body. Doctors called it a coma—a deep, unresponsive state. To the outside world, he was unconscious.
But inside—
He was awake.
And what he was facing was.....
To know who is this boy, we need to go sometime ago;
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Kishin was a normal teenager. Although orphan, but somehow his struggles made him go upwards. He was doing diploma on scholarship.
Yeah! He got bullied, he got a crush. But he didn't care. He knew he can't do anything. So he just run.
Life is always like that. We can't do anything ourselves. We run. From people, from traumas, from fear, loneliness, from people. But then our world end in someone's else life. But he didn't want that. So he ran as fast as he can.
Until that day.
That day was Friday. He was going to college like usual. But then he felt like something covered the sky for a second. He looked up. And he saw a small golden ball falling. A very small ball. So small that it is like a ping pong ball.
The ball fall before his feet. Then explosion.
That's all he saw before his consciousness slipped away.
After a few days when he got consciousness he find himself in a dark place. He was alone. But sounds come in that place.
"Where am I?" He asked himself but no sound came. "I can't speak. But I can hear my voice? What is going on? He questioned himself.
" Where am I? How am I here?" He tried to remember what happened.
" Right! The explosion!!" He remembers now.
It took him sometime to understand that he was in coma.
"Is this how it feels? To be in coma?" He asked himself in his mind.
Suddenly he saw something. In that dark place a golden ball floating.
[First mana user detected!!]
[Hello! New saviour!!]
" Who? What are you? Who is saviour? Who are you?" Kishin asked.
[Hello! Savivor of plant Earth. I am a high system design for tutorial!]
" Who? What? Tutorial?" Kishin asked. He didn't understand many things. Although he read stories, novel, manga. But still he thought those were just fantasies.
"Are you talking about those apocalypse like stories?" He asked.
[Not stories! Apocalypses are real. Apocalypse is the start of a new world. And I am the manager to create the tutorial for the Apocalypse.]
"Aah- there is many things I can't understand. I feel like something is stopping me to understand. What is going on?"
[That's normal. You are very normal human. Your boundaries have not been crossed till now. So I will make it small.]
[Apocalypse is held for creating a new universe. A big universe. But also create saviours of that world.]
[To become a saviour one need to be fulfill two conditions.
1. They must have mana.
2. They must become a apostille.]
The thing stopped.
Kishin took sometime to understand. But that thing didn't explain anymore.
"What happened?" Kishin asked "why did you stop?"
[It's your limit. Further you can't understand with your limits.]
[For now just ask for 5 wishes to complete selection. When the tutorial will start. The wishes will come true and you can participate in the tutorial.]
"5 wishes? Ok. Let's begin!!" Kishin said.
[Choose..]
"For first I want intelligence or wisdom."
[Intelligence? Or wisdom? Which one?]
"Both!!"
[No. Only one can be choosen!]
"Ok.... Then I will take intelligence!!"
"For second I want ... Photographic memory."
"For third I want to ability to give people things and I can get 100x return of that."
[Not possible!]
"Why not?"
[Do you think it's some kind of godly bestowed Power or something? It have limitations!! And I don't have powers to do that.]
"Ok. Then max out my luck."
"For forth I want something that can't let me die."
[Not possible!]
[I can give you high vitality but you can't escape death until death allowed.]
"Ok then. Give me something that let me increase my vitality with every breath I take."
"And lastly I want something good. Something op. Like some godly Inheritance or something."
[Ok.]
[The 5 wishes of individual Kishin Kumar is....
1. High intelligence.
2. Photographic memory.
3. Max luck.
4. Life breathing.
5. Ticket to god's graveyard. ]
Then everything became dark again.
"What? How much time I will stay like this? It said until the start of tutorial. Right??"