Thirty minutes had passed.
Ravindra sat quietly on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes soft but focused. The silence in the apartment was complete, save for the occasional creak of old metal or the distant hum of hover-traffic outside.
His breath had slowed. His pulse, steady.
The initial shock had worn off, leaving behind a strange sense of stillness—not numbness, but clarity.
This wasn't a dream. That much was clear now. The details were too precise—the chipped paint on the walls, the stiffness of the old mattress, the faint hum of the aging refrigerator. He knew this place. He had lived here. Fifteen years ago.
He stood, walked to the bathroom, and studied his reflection once more. The face looking back was younger, yes—but the eyes hadn't changed. If anything, they seemed older now than they ever had back then. Wiser. Sharper.
He turned on the faucet and washed his hands slowly, watching the water spiral down the drain like time reversing itself.
"Back," he murmured to the quiet room. "All the way back."
The world outside the cracked window hadn't yet become the one he remembered. Zing City was still worn and grimy, caught between industrial decay and digital promise. The buildings bore rust instead of chrome. The skies buzzed with low-grade hovercraft, not the silent drift of quantum transports. It was all... unfinished.
And so was he.
Ravindra moved to his old desk, brushing a layer of dust off the surface. His fingers found the edges of the dial-bed—an obsolete model now, but still capable of full-dive when paired with the launch software for Reality of Heavens.
He sat.
And then, he thought.
Not with emotion. Not with anger. With discipline.
Eight days.
That was the window. Eight days until the world's most advanced neural-immersion system would activate again. Eight days before the world poured itself into Reality of Heavens—a game more real than reality. A game that he knew more intimately than anyone else alive.
And this time… he wasn't going in blind.
After calming down a bit Ravindra went to his old laptop and checked about game news.
Ravindra's fingers flew across the worn keyboard of his old laptop, the familiar click-clack a comforting rhythm after the jarring disorientation of his arrival. The screen flickered to life, the low-resolution display a stark contrast to the crystal-clear interfaces he was used to. He ignored the outdated operating system and the slow connection, his mind fixed on one goal: "Reality of Heavens" news.
He typed the name, hitting enter with a silent prayer that the information he needed would be there. The search results loaded slowly, a stream of headlines and articles from various gaming sites, forums, and tech blogs. His eyes scanned them quickly, filtering out the irrelevant, focusing on keywords: neural-immersion, activation, launch.
Several articles caught his attention. He clicked on one, a gaming news site he vaguely remembered from this era. The headline blared: "Reality of Heavens: Final Preparations Underway for Groundbreaking Neural-Immersion Launch!"
He devoured the text. It talked about the unprecedented level of immersion promised by the "Reality of Heavens" system, how it was poised to revolutionize the gaming world. There were technical specifications he understood better than most, discussions about the "dial-bed" technology, and glowing testimonials from early testers.
Then, he found it. The date.
The article, published just a few days ago in this timeline, confirmed what he knew: the full neural-immersion system for Reality of Heavens was indeed activating in eight days. The global launch, the moment the servers would open to millions of eager players, was locked in.
He clicked on another link, a forum discussion board. Players were buzzing with anticipation. Some speculated about the initial content, others about the meta-strategies that would emerge. A few, particularly those who had followed the game's long development, expressed concerns about the system's stability or the potential for "over-immersion," but their voices were largely drowned out by the hype.
Ravindra leaned back, a grim satisfaction settling over him. It was all real. The game. The timeline. His return.
The world outside his window might be unpolished, a raw version of the future he knew, but the crucial piece of information was unchanged. Eight days. That was his head start. Eight days to prepare, to strategize, to gain an insurmountable advantage before the masses flooded into Reality of Heavens.
He closed the browser, the faint hum of the laptop filling the silence. His eyes, now sharper than ever, gazed at the dusty dial-bed. This wasn't just a game anymore. This was his second chance. And this time, he wouldn't just play it. He would rewrite it.
The past eight days had blurred into a furious sprint. Ravindra had eaten, slept, and breathed "Reality of Heavens. He was calm in the past 8 days and he remembered important game locations at the game . He went to open his phone to check his bank balance. It shows 1000 credits . in Blue Star the government had merged all its currency into credits . After thinking for a while he ordered ramen which was sufficient for 3 days .
After he kept his virtual glasses which was on table
Then screen showed the Reality of Heavens
Countdown starts 10:00
9:01
2:01
0:01
Ding Ding the server of Reality of heavens started
Do you wanna login
Yes or No
Ravindra smirked and without hesitation he pressed Yes.
Then the screen went blank.
Just as quickly, the chaos resolved into an awe-inspiring, terrifying spectacle. He wasn't in a character creation screen, or a lush, welcoming tutorial zone. He was in the thick of it, immersed in a cataclysmic battle.
Massive, feathered wings beat furiously against a sky the color of bruised plums. Angels, radiant with ethereal light, clashed with grotesque, horned demons that clawed their way out of fissures in the scorched earth. Swords of pure energy met blades of obsidian, sending shockwaves that rippled through the very air. The cacophony was deafening: the roar of monstrous beasts, the metallic clang of divine armor, the screams of the dying, and the guttural chants of ancient, forbidden spells.
Ravindra felt the rumble of the ground beneath him, the heat of otherworldly fire on his face. He was an invisible observer, yet utterly present, a phantom in the heart of creation's genesis—or its destruction. This wasn't just an opening cinematic; it was a living, breathing tableau of epic conflict.
This wasn't what anyone expected. This was Reality of Heavens, not just a virtual reality game, but a new plane of existence, announcing itself, not with a gentle welcome, but with a primal scream of war. And Ravindra, armed with the knowledge of a past life, was now standing on the precipice of its beginning.Ravindra knows this is the battle of heavens take place in divine realm with his knowledge in past 15 years he will reach this stage soon and rule the Reality of Heavens.
Ninjas, cloaked in shadows, moved with silent, deadly precision, their blurs of motion leaving trails of fallen foes. Elves, their movements graceful even in battle, loosed volleys of enchanted arrows that whistled through the air, while others, slender and fierce, danced through the fray with gleaming blades. In stark contrast, hulking goblins and massive orcs charged forward in a green tide, their crude weapons swinging with savage power, roaring challenges that vibrated in Ravindra's chest.
Amidst the melee, wizards and mages stood their ground, weaving intricate spells. Bolts of crackling lightning arced across the sky, fireballs exploded with concussive force, and shimmering shields of arcane energy shimmered into existence, deflecting incoming attacks. This wasn't just a battle; it was a global conflict, a clash of civilizations and species, a true melting pot of fantasy archetypes thrown into a brutal war.
For three minutes, the spectacle raged. Ravindra watched, awestruck and utterly immersed, as legions clashed, heroes fell, and spells reshaped the very landscape. He saw the strategies, the individual acts of heroism, and the sheer, overwhelming devastation of total war. Then, as suddenly as it began, the vast, panoramic battle scene ended, fading into a soft, ethereal light. The raw, visceral intensity of the opening gave way to a pregnant silence, leaving Ravindra to wonder what fresh chaos awaited him when he finally landed in the world of "Reality of Heavens."
Then comes the scene
Welcome to the Reality of Heavens
The chosen one .