(A/N):

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I was thinking about adding local deities too to the story. Any thought about This idea.

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Devara stared at the panel for several seconds without blinking.

"...What?"

One of the nearby sabertooth tigers lifted its head slightly hearing his voice.

Devara reread the line again.

Then again.

Just to make sure his system had not suddenly started hallucinating on his behalf.

No.

The wording remained exactly the same.

’Their son.’

Devara immediately rubbed his forehead.

Because that single line carried enough implications to cause spiritual panic across multiple realms if revealed publicly.

The system, meanwhile, remained completely calm about casually announcing that two major deities might descend publicly to dance with him during Maha Shivaratri.

As though this was a perfectly reasonable task reward.

Devara leaned back slowly against the stone bench behind him, still staring at the glowing interface with visible disbelief.

Around him, the peaceful garden remained entirely unaware that the system had just dropped a divine catastrophe into his lap.

A Tandava.

Not merely any dance.

The Tandava.

The cosmic dance associated with Shiva himself.

The dance of destruction, creation, rhythm, rage, transcendence, and stillness.

And now the system expected him to perform it publicly before sages from across Bhulok.

Devara closed his eyes briefly.

"...This festival is going to become a problem."

Nearby, one sabertooth tiger let out a low amused-sounding rumble as if agreeing with the statement.

Meanwhile, somewhere far above—

Certain divine beings who were already planning to quietly observe the coming Maha Shivaratri suddenly paused.

Because faint ripples of fate had just begun shifting around Trivenivrata once again.

And for beings sensitive to destiny—

It felt suspiciously like another Devara-related incident was approaching.

The system window slowly faded away, leaving Devara alone beneath the moonlit garden skies with an expression that suggested his peaceful evening had just been personally sabotaged by destiny again.

He leaned back slightly and let out a long sigh.

A Tandava.

Not merely dancing.

But performing a Shiva Tandava worthy enough to spiritually synchronize with Shiva himself.

Before sages. Priests. Pilgrims.

Half the kingdom.

And apparently the reward for succeeding was casually summoning his divine parents into public existence.

Devara rubbed his forehead again.

"Why does this always escalate?"

He muttered quietly.

The nearby sabertooth tiger lazily opened one eye toward him before deciding this sounded like a very human problem and promptly went back to resting.

At that moment, soft footsteps approached through the garden pathways.

-Step! -Step! -Step!

-Step! -Step!...

Gandhari had arrived.

She paused slightly after noticing Devara sitting unusually quiet beneath the flowering tree, clearly lost in thought.

"...."

Concern flickered briefly across her face.

But before she could fully approach—The nearby bushes rustled.

Then a familiar sleek black cobra slithered out smoothly from the shadows.

The serpent had become strangely attached to Devara ever since his stay in Gandhara, appearing around him often enough now that most palace guards had simply accepted it as one more unusual part of royal life.

The cobra climbed effortlessly up Devara’s leg and coiled lightly around his shoulder before lifting its head toward his face.

"Hsss?"

The sound genuinely carried the feeling of:

’Why are you making that face?’

Devara blinked once.

-Blink!

Then laughed softly despite himself.

"-Haha!!!"

"You too now?"

The cobra tilted its head slightly, tongue flickering.

Meanwhile Gandhari finally reached them and looked between her husband and the casually shoulder-perched cobra with the kind of resigned acceptance only possible after spending enough time around Devara.

At this point, divine tigers, celestial chariots, gods, and emotionally supportive snakes had all become disturbingly normal.

She sat beside him gracefully.

"What happened?"

She asked gently.

"You look troubled."

The cobra immediately hissed again as if supporting the question.

"-Hisss!!!"

Devara looked between both of them.

His wife.

And the suspiciously judgmental serpent.

Then he suddenly chuckled.

-Chuckle!

The sound immediately made Gandhari narrow her eyes slightly.

"...."

Because that laugh usually meant Devara was hiding something.

"There’s going to be a surprise during Maha Shivaratri,"

He admitted but nothing more.

That only made her curiosity sharpen instantly.

"What kind of surprise?"

Devara’s smile widened slightly now, though traces of disbelief still lingered underneath.

"If I tell you now,"

He replied calmly,

"it won’t remain a surprise."

Gandhari stared at him for a few moments.

The cobra did too.

Both looked equally unconvinced.

Then the black serpent lightly nudged Devara’s cheek with its head as if accusing him of suspicious behavior.

Devara laughed again and gently patted the cobra behind its hood.

"-Hahaha!!!"

"Even I’m still trying to process it."

That answer somehow sounded even more alarming.

Gandhari folded her arms slightly.

"...Should I be worried?"

Devara thought carefully for exactly two seconds.

"...Possibly."

The cobra hissed loudly.

Gandhari immediately pointed at the snake.

"See? Even it agrees."

The serpent looked deeply pleased with itself afterward.

And sitting there beneath the moonlight, surrounded by divine beasts, sacred winds, and increasingly chaotic destiny—

Devara quietly began wondering how exactly one prepared to perform a cosmic dance before gods themselves.

Throughout Trivenivrata, the night remained lively despite the late hour.

Temples echoed with chants.

Markets slowly dimmed beneath lantern light.

Pilgrims rested along courtyards and inns while discussions about the coming Maha Shivaratri spread endlessly.

But in one particular inn near the commercial district—The atmosphere was far less spiritual.

It was war. Economic war.

Inside a large rented chamber, several merchants from different kingdoms sat around wooden tables covered in scrolls, ink pots, ledgers, and hastily drawn calculations.

Oil lamps flickered overhead while servants continuously brought water and refreshments no one was actually paying attention to.

Because every trader present was busy calculating the same thing.

Profit. Massive profit.

One merchant slammed his palm lightly against the table.

"The fruit rights alone will explode in value once exported."

Another nodded grimly while writing numbers rapidly.

-Nod!

"And that’s before considering preservation methods."

"If dried properly, even distant kingdoms would pay absurd amounts."

A third merchant rubbed his beard thoughtfully.

"The fish trade concerns me more."

That immediately drew attention.

"The river quality itself is extraordinary."

"The freshness system too."

"The harbor controls distribution."

"They’ve built the infrastructure already."

Another merchant quietly added.

"And they control supply."

That statement silenced the room briefly.

Because that was the truly dangerous part.

Trivenivrata was not simply selling goods.

It was controlling production, quality, transport, and licensing simultaneously.

The kingdom had built leverage into its economy from the beginning.

One older merchant slowly unrolled another ledger.

"We need estimates."

"How many rights do we believe they’ll auction?"

The calculations resumed immediately.

Mango exports. River fish. Medicinal herbs.

Rare flowers. Rice. Spices.

Even temple incense production was being considered.

One younger trader suddenly frowned.

-Frown!

"...Do we actually have enough money?"

Several heads turned.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Because that question had been quietly haunting everyone already.

The merchants began comparing current liquid wealth, trade reserves, emergency holdings, and assets they could potentially mortgage later.

Some even discussed sending urgent riders back to their kingdoms for additional funds before the auction date.

Because now they feared something else.

Competition.

If the other merchants recognized Trivenivrata’s future value too—The bidding wars could become vicious.

One trader exhaled heavily while staring at his calculations.

"This kingdom hasn’t even crowned its king yet."

Another gave a humorless laugh.

"-Haha!!!"

"And we’re already fighting for economic territory inside it."

Several merchants fell quiet after that.

Because beneath the calculations, excitement, and greed—A realization had begun spreading among experienced traders.

The young ruler of Trivenivrata was not thinking like a traditional king.

Traditional kings taxed trade.

This one was engineering dependency.

And that difference terrified them slightly now calculating things officially.

One merchant looked toward the inn window overlooking the distant torchlit city.

"...If this succeeds," he murmured quietly,

"Trivenivrata could become richer than kingdoms twice its age."

Another corrected him immediately.

"No."

His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"Much more dangerous than rich."

While pilgrims prayed, merchants calculated fortunes, and the people of Trivenivrata celebrated beneath festival lights—

Another network moved quietly through the kingdom’s shadows.

Spies from different.

They had arrived disguised as many things.

Travelers. Merchants. Wandering scholars. Temple servants. Musicians.

Even humble laborers.

Every major kingdom nearby had sent eyes toward Trivenivrata the moment news spread of a rapidly rising land led by a mysterious young ruler connected to gods, wars, and impossible stories.

And now those spies moved carefully through the city gathering information.

Though many had entered expecting exaggeration—Most quickly realized the situation was far more complicated.

Because the kingdom truly was extraordinary.

In dimly lit rented rooms, hidden courtyards, and temporary lodgings across the city, coded reports were already being prepared for delivery.

One spy from a western kingdom quietly wrote beneath candlelight.

"The land itself appears unusually fertile beyond normal explanation."

Another report stated.

"Agricultural output is excessive for a newly established kingdom."

A third added carefully.

"Infrastructure planning suggests preparation for long-term expansion rather than symbolic construction."

Again and again, the same observations appeared.

The waterways. The organized districts. The discipline among soldiers.

The unusual loyalty of immigrants toward the kingdom already.

The markets. The trade systems. The temple influence.

And above all—The ruler.

Devara.

Most spies remained skeptical regarding the more outrageous stories surrounding him.

The transformation into Narasimha.

The defeat of Kamsa.

The divine lineage rumors.

Many assumed those tales were heavily exaggerated propaganda spread intentionally before the official coronation.

After all, kingdoms often mythologized rulers to strengthen authority.

Surely this was merely a more elaborate version of the same strategy.

Yet—The longer the spies stayed inside Trivenivrata...

The less certain they became.

Because even without the divine rumors—The kingdom itself was alarming.

One spy quietly observing the harbor districts muttered under his breath.

"This place should not be this organized already."

Another stationed near the markets noticed something equally dangerous.

The people genuinely liked their ruler.

Not in fear. Not forced obedience.

But in Respect.

That was much harder to manipulate.

Meanwhile, in one dim alley near the commercial district, two spies from separate kingdoms unknowingly crossed paths while exchanging coded messages through trained birds.

Both recognized each other immediately.

Both pretended not to. Neither interrupted the other.

Because everyone spying on Trivenivrata had reached the same silent understanding already.

This kingdom mattered.

A lot.

Far away, across Bhulok, reports began arriving within royal courts and war chambers.

Scroll after scroll.

"The kingdom possesses immense fertile potential. Trade prospects are enormous. The military structure is forming quickly."

"The people already speak of the future king with fanatic loyalty."

"The divine stories surrounding him are spreading rapidly."

Some rulers dismissed portions as exaggerated nonsense.

Others became deeply uneasy.

A few wise ministers quietly realized the true danger.

If Trivenivrata continued growing at this pace—Then within years, perhaps even sooner—It would become impossible to ignore.

And at the center of it all stood a fifteen-year-old king not yet officially crowned.

One whose very existence seemed to attract gods, sages, merchants, immigrants, nagas, apsaras, and spies alike into his orbit.

Meanwhile—Completely unaware of the growing anxiety spreading through neighboring kingdoms—

Devara was still sitting in a garden somewhere wondering how exactly he was supposed to perform a cosmic Tandava dance without accidentally causing another divine incident.

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(Author note:)

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