The skies above the ancient city of Ujjain, in the heartland of India, glimmered with divine intensity. Nestled between the sacred Kshipra River and the old forest of Rudraksha, the newly constructed "Divine Arena" stood like a colossal coliseum. It was a magnificent sight—blessed by sages, empowered by the Higher Realms, and guarded by ancient forces.
Birds circled like omens, and the very clouds parted like curtains. This wasn't an arena—it was a divine battleground where destinies danced.
Today, it held lakhs of spectators, seated in vibrant layers of floating bleachers, golden prayer flags fluttering, and celestial music echoing in the wind. The aroma of sandalwood and fried snacks from nearby stalls mixed in the air like an unholy alliance. Thousands of contestants, from all over Bharat, had gathered. This was not just a test. This was the Guild Selection Trials—where fates would shift, reputations be built, and legends born.
Every aspiring warrior, mage, monk, or mystic stood alone—no one was yet a member of any guild. It was the first time the Council of Guilds allowed open competition, where merit and power—not background—decided entry into the prestigious top 10 guilds.
Some trembled. Others grinned. A few tried not to pee their pants. One boy literally fainted and was carried away by a floating cow statue, courtesy of the Laughing Monk Guild.
The Arrival of the Top 10 Guild Leaders
As the Sun's chariot reached zenith, the wind shifted. The crowd hushed.
From the grand sky balconies above, ten auras descended like thunder crashing upon the Earth.
Each of the Top 10 Guild Leaders made their entrance.
Aryan the Etherbane – Leader of the Mythic Valor Guild (Rank 1)A towering figure with glowing silver eyes, wielding a spear that sang with cosmic resonance. Aura: Control over time slivers.People said his spear once poked a time loop and came back older.
Ravya the Silent Frost – Leader of Astra Veil (Rank 2)A woman of chilling beauty, her presence dropped the temperature. She floated in on frozen petals. Aura: Cryomancy and mental shields.Her blink caused three bachelors in the crowd to enter monkhood.
Adhiraj of Thunderclap – Leader of Sky Rend (Rank 3)Muscles like braided steel, lightning crackled at his fingertips. Aura: Tempest Body.Rumor was he bench-pressed a thundercloud for cardio.
Meenal the Trickster – Leader of Twilight Masquerade (Rank 4)With half her face hidden behind a golden mask, her illusions teased reality. Aura: Arcane Deception.She once sold air to a spirit and charged tax.
Vedanth the Cursed Monk – Leader of Soul Ashes (Rank 5)A man of peace with cursed chains wrapped around his chest. Aura: Spiritual Bindings.Each step sounded like regret and redemption dancing.
Shaarav the Flame Warden – Leader of Crimson Helix (Rank 6)Fire eyes and molten veins, every step burned. Aura: Phoenix Flame Technique.Even his yawn caused sparks.
Tanika the Echoblade – Leader of Silent Bloom (Rank 7)Her blade echoed your fears before cutting your soul. Aura: Reverberation Slash.One guy screamed just from hearing her footsteps—he's still in therapy.
Kush the Beast Whisperer – Leader of Iron Howl (Rank 8)Entered with a tiger spirit roaring behind him. Aura: Primal Merge.He once tamed a lion by burping.
Shaista of the Mirage Plains – Leader of Nirvanic Oasis (Rank 9)Dressed in flowing sand-colored silks, mirage spirals danced at her feet. Aura: Desert Domain.Some said she could sell you a bottle of mirage and you'd thank her.
Karna the Steadfast – Leader of Inferno Guild (Rank 10)Clad in half-rusted armor, eyes glowing faintly. He looked calm—but only fools took him lightly. Aura: Absolute Endurance.He once held a mountain—not to lift it, just to intimidate it.
Behind them stood the President of the Guild Council, Vayunanda, an ancient being who never aged, wearing a simple white dhoti and rudraksha.
Contestants Assemble
Thousands stood in formation—blades, scrolls, staves, and bare fists ready.
Satya, now alone, stood in the last row.
Still fat. Still slow. Still mocked.
Around him, murmurs spread:
"Isn't he the joker from the Inferno trials?""Why did he even come?""He failed the flame affinity test thrice."
One boy coughed and whispered, "He's a walking momo."
Satya just smiled, scratching his belly. Only Oorja, the system spirit, whispered in his mind:
"You sure you wanna do this, tubby?""They gonna roast you like a street-side aloo tikki."
Satya whispered back, "Oorja, you're the worst system ever."
Oorja smirked, "Yet I'm all you got."
Round 1: Free-for-All Chaos
200 participants per arena. Fight until 20 remain.
Satya's arena was Arena 13, nicknamed the 'Pit of Rejects'.
Even here, the contestants mocked him. A scrawny kid named Lakshit, pretended to trip over Satya and said loudly:
"Oops! Bounced off the moon!"
Everyone laughed. One guy mimed a lunar orbit.
Satya tried to dodge, got slapped, punched, kicked, and finally thrown into a pile of mud.
"OYE! SATYA IS DOWN!" someone shouted.
Even the broadcaster zoomed in:
"Contestant 887—looks like he came here by mistake."
Satya got up, eyes blank. "Oorja, please do something."
Oorja sighed. "Activate: Blubber Bounce Protocol."
Suddenly, Satya slipped, fell on two fighters, bounced like a ball, accidentally hit five others in a domino, and was declared one of the last 20 because he 'incapacitated' the others.
The crowd was in hysterics. One baba declared it divine comedy.
Round 2: Tactical Team Battle
Random 5-man teams. Objective: Eliminate 3 other teams in 15 minutes.
Satya's team was called 'The Samosa Squad'—a name made up by one kid, Jibin, just to mess with him.
The rest of the team treated Satya like garbage.
"Just hide behind a rock."
Mid-fight, Satya was used as bait. One opponent charged, only for Satya to trip again and hit the guy in the groin by accident.
Their team won.
Satya got 0 credit.
Jibin patted his back, "Good job, fat luck."
Oorja whispered, "This is painful."
Round 3: Flag Defense
Each contestant defended a flag. Touching flag = elimination.
This time Satya stood in front of his flag with a large rock.
Ten opponents surrounded him. "Move, tubby."
Satya tried to run but fell on his own flag.
Everyone laughed again. Eliminated.
But one of the attackers accidentally touched his flag trying to pull Satya.
A chain reaction led to 6 eliminations.
Satya survived.
People began calling him the "Lord of Luck."
One guy cried, "He's cheating with the universe!"
Round 4: Blind Magic Maze
Players had to escape a magically shifting maze.
Satya got lost, again.
"I'm dead," he whispered.
Oorja pinged:
"Shortcut discovered. Tunnel to sewage drain."
Satya took it.
He emerged 2nd place.
The crowd was stunned.
A sad violin played as one elven prince cried in confusion.
Round 5: Duel Round
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the Divine Arena. A divine bell tolled once—the Duel Round had begun.
Contestants stepped up one by one, challenging their rivals.
Aman, the same smug teammate from earlier, strutted into the ring.
"Yo, Satya bhai!" he called out with fake warmth, raising his hand. "Let's give 'em a friendly show, yeah? No hard feelings."
Satya blinked. "Me?"
"Yeah, who else? You're the safest opponent here."
He grinned like a politician in an election rally.
Oorja whispered, suspicious.
"He's baiting you. 5000% confirmed betrayal energy."
Satya shrugged and walked up anyway. "What's new?"
The announcer's voice echoed:
"Duel Start: Contestant Aman vs Contestant Satya—Battle for Glory!"
The bell rang.
Aman instantly dropped the smile.
"Sorry, bro."
Wind exploded around him. Five spirit wolves surged forward. Wind daggers materialized in his hands. His eyes glowed pale green.
"I need a showstopper. And you're my clown."
The wolves howled.
The crowd gasped.
Satya stood still.
Time slowed.
"Oorja…" he whispered.
"Confirmed. Activating hidden protocol—Inferno Spark: Fat Compression v1.0."
His system mark glowed.
His fat compressed inward. Steam hissed from his pores. His eyes turned amber.
The arena trembled.
BOOM!
Satya disappeared in a red flash.
First punch—he appeared behind a wolf and knocked it into sparks.
Second strike—he rotated mid-air, palm-cannoned Aman's barrier into smoke.
Aman staggered. "WHAT THE—?!"
"Did you… lose weight mid-fight?" Aman gasped.
"Nah," Satya grinned. "I just tucked the belly into rage mode."
Final Move: Fat Phoenix Rebound
He bounced—literally. His belly inflated like a pressure dome, his aura flared gold-red, and—
SLAM!
He rebounded off the air itself, shoulder-tackling Aman with seismic force.
Aman flew out of the ring, mid-scream.
"Maaa—!"
He landed in a barrel of holy water. SPLASH!
Crowd:
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!""IS HE A JOKE OR A GENIUS???""BRO JUST GOJO'D HIM WITH BOUNCE PHYSICS!!!""FAT PHOENIX!!! FAT PHOENIX!!!"
High above, in the Guild Leaders' balcony:
Karna leaned forward, arms crossed. His rusted armor shimmered. "Hmmm."
Shaarav raised an eyebrow. "He compressed fire… through fat? That's… new."
Meenal the Trickster cackled. "I like this one."
Aryan the Etherbane narrowed his gaze. "That wasn't luck."
Agneya smirked.
"Oh ho… the belly bites back."
Satya walked off the stage, chest heaving.
"Call me fat again…" he muttered."...and I'll show you why phoenixes burn."
The arena went wild.