[Maibadh Village – Late Night, 2023 – Original Timeline]
The silence in the dim room was broken by the crash of a photo frame against the wall.
Kamal sat on the cold floor, shirt half-open, hair matted with sweat, eyes red from both grief and rage. A half-empty bottle of cheap liquor rolled near his leg.
He picked up the broken frame. Inside was a smiling photo of his mother, Meenakshi—the only person who ever believed in him. His lips quivered. He stared at her gentle smile, a smile that never gave up on him, even when he had given up on himself.
He slowly fell to his knees, holding the photo against his chest.
"Amma... I'm sorry… for everything."
His voice broke. "Thank you... for loving me when I couldn't love myself. When I stopped being your son... you never stopped being my mother."
Tears streamed down his face. He hugged the photo tightly, his final words a trembling whisper: "Forgive me… Amma… I'll do better… if there's a next time…"
He had lost his purpose long ago.
It started with Sravanthi, his childhood love—the girl whose smile once made the world feel right. But life had other plans. She was married off to someone else, and Kamal, powerless to stop it, shattered inside.
What began with heartbreak turned into a storm of regret. Kamal had become someone his mother would barely recognize—drinking recklessly, fighting in the streets, chasing hollow pleasures, and burning every bridge that mattered.
Everyone gave up on him… except her.
And PavanRaj.
The one friend who saw through the mask. Who tried to pull him back from the edge.
"You still have time, Kamal," Pavan had told him. "Stop drinking. Stop wasting your life chasing what's already lost. You're meant to lead, not fall."
The only person who still saw the boy he used to be.
And now, as his body failed him, Kamal realized what he truly lost.
His vision blurred. His breathing slowed.
Then—
Darkness.
[System Activation Detected]
Host: Kamal – Status: Deceased (Cardiac failure due to emotional and substance abuse)
Regression Protocol Engaged…
Loading: Power Consolidation System v1.0
[Maibadh Village – Morning, 2011 – Age 16]
Kamal jolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat.
The old ceiling fan rattled above. His cricket bat leaned against the corner. The morning sun peeked through dusty curtains.
"Amma?" he called instinctively.
From the kitchen, a familiar voice replied, "What happened, Kamalu? Bad dream?"
Kamal froze. That voice—her voice—alive, soft, and full of love.
He scrambled to the mirror. A teenage boy stared back at him. No scars. No hollow eyes. No past sins.
He was back.
[Power Consolidation System v1.0 – ACTIVATED]
SYSTEM TYPE: Domination-Class [Tier Black]
Host Authorization Confirmed: Kamal – Potential Threat Level: HIGH
You have been selected to become a figure of absolute power.
Welcome to your second life.
Primary Objectives:
•Build a loyal power base (Followers, Specialists, Enforcers)
•Spread influence through fear, respect, or love
•Control underground networks, territory zones, and revenue lines
•Protect what matters most
•Eliminate or recruit rivals
This time, you don't survive the world… you own it.
Kamal clenched his fists, still shaking.
His mother's voice echoed in the background. The smell of idli and chutney filled the room.
This time, he wouldn't waste his life.
This time, he wouldn't drown in pain.
This time… he'd build an empire.