My Game Begins Chapter 1 / Episode 1: Srinivasulu vs Ren Part 3 – Epic Battle round 1: Shweta Varaha Murthy Swaroopam form vs sliver warrior

My Game Begins

Chapter 1 / Episode 1: Srinivasulu vs Ren Part 3 – Epic Battle round 1:  Shweta Varaha Murthy Swaroopam form vs sliver warrior

Srinivasulu plummeted from the sky like a meteor, landing upon the scorched earth with a heavy, earth-shattering thud.

Ren instantly morphed his silver bow back into a massive greatsword, raising it defensively. But as the dust settled, Ren’s eyes expanded in sheer, unadulterated shock.

Orbiting slowly around Srinivasulu’s body were glowing, ethereal cards of unimaginable power.

"Th-that is impossible!" Ren stammered, stepping back, his silver armor trembling. "Only those who are chosen by the higher beings... only the absolute 'Chosen Ones' possess the power of the cards! How the hell did you acquire that kind of power?!"

Srinivasulu slowly raised his head, the golden Tilakam on his forehead flaring with divine brilliance. He looked at the trembling protagonist, a fierce, fearless smile spreading across his face.

"The real game begins right now, Ren!" Srinivasulu declared, his voice echoing with absolute authority. " My game begins!"

The air grew thick with suffocating tension, the ambient temperature spiking as Ren’s frustration finally boiled over into blinding rage.

"Bakayarō! Fuzakeruna!" Ren screamed, his voice cracking with absolute fury.

Abandoning his weapon for a fraction of a second, Ren drove his gauntleted hands into the scorched earth. With a guttural roar, he ripped a colossal, jagged boulder straight from the bedrock. Muscles bulging under his silver armor, Ren hurled the massive chunk of stone directly at Srinivasulu with the devastating velocity of a cannonball.

Standing in the path of the incoming projectile, Srinivasulu didn't flinch. Instead, a calm, fearless smile graced his lips. He raised his hand toward the five ethereal cards orbiting his body and firmly pressed his index finger against the first glowing emblem.

" OM Shweta Varaha Murthy Swaroopam!" Srinivasulu’s voice boomed, carrying the weight of a divine incantation.

Instantly, a geyser of blinding, golden energy erupted from the card, violently washing over Srinivasulu. But within a microsecond, that warm, golden light transmuted into a terrifyingly cold, dense, and sprawling white mist. The supernatural fog expanded like a localized blizzard, entirely swallowing Srinivasulu into an impenetrable wall of frost.

The colossal boulder plunged directly into the thick, icy mist. Ren braced himself for the earth-shattering sound of impact, waiting for the stone to crush the boy or shatter against a barrier.

But there was nothing.

No sound of collision. No crunch of stone. Just an eerie, absolute silence that sent a violent shiver down Ren’s spine.

Slowly, the dense fog began to part.

Ren’s eyes expanded in sheer, unadulterated horror. His breath caught in his throat, his mind struggling to comprehend the impossible entity standing before him.

Srinivasulu’s human form was gone. In his place stood a towering, majestic being covered entirely in pristine, luminescent white fur. His face had morphed into the divine, awe-inspiring visage of the Great Celestial Boar. From his snout extended two broad, flawless tusks that gleamed like sharpened diamonds in the moonlight. And there, resting effortlessly upon the tip of his adamantine snout, was the massive boulder—stopped completely dead in its tracks.

For a fleeting, breathtaking second, a colossal, ethereal silhouette of Tirupati’s Adi Varaha Swamy manifested behind him, casting a divine shadow over the entire forest before dissolving into the wind.

With a terrifyingly deep, guttural roar, Srinivasulu simply flicked his neck. The massive boulder was tossed aside as if it were entirely weightless, crashing into the distant tree line.

Srinivasulu slowly began to march toward Ren. With every heavy footstep, the earth trembled. Brilliant, piercing light-blue eyes glowed from within the beast's skull. Thick clouds of sub-zero, freezing vapor billowed from his snout and mouth with every exhalation, dropping the temperature of the burning forest to a freezing crawl.

As he walked, reality itself seemed to adorn him. A magnificent, intricately carved silver crown materialized upon top of his head. Heavy, divine silver ornaments locked themselves around his thick, muscular arms and chest. And glowing with blinding supremacy upon his forehead was the golden Tilakam of Lord Vishnu.

Who... what the hell is this guy?! Ren’s mind screamed, his combat instincts flatlining. I have fought lesser Demons, I have fought higher Demon lords... but I have never, ever faced an entity like this!

Forcing down his rising panic, Ren gripped the hilt of his massive silver greatsword with both hands. With a desperate battle cry, he launched himself toward the divine Boar-God.

Before Ren’s blade could even descend, a flash of silver light exploded in Srinivasulu’s hands. A colossal, divine silver Gada (Mace) materialized in his grasp. With a casual, effortless swing, Srinivasulu intercepted the greatsword.

CLANG!

The shockwave of the collision flattened the surrounding grass. Refusing to yield, Ren unleashed a frantic, high-octane barrage. He swung from the left, the right, striking from above and sweeping from below, a blinding storm of silver steel aiming for any weak point.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

But Srinivasulu was an impenetrable fortress. Moving with a terrifying, rhythmic grace that defied his massive size, he perfectly parried every single one of Ren’s frenzied strikes with the heavy mace. The forest echoed with the deafening symphony of colliding divine metals.

Growing tired of the defense, Srinivasulu tightened his grip on the Gada, stepped inside Ren's guard, and swung the mace upward with catastrophic kinetic force.

SMASH!

The blunt, silver head of the mace connected squarely with Ren’s face. The protagonist was launched backward like a ragdoll, skipping across the dirt before violently slamming into the trunk of a massive oak tree, splintering the wood upon impact.

Coughing violently, Ren forced himself to his feet, his silver armor now heavily dented. Blinded by absolute rage, he raised his greatsword into the air.

"Silver Slash Attack!" Ren roared, unleashing a massive, concentrated wave of destructive silver energy aimed directly at Srinivasulu .

Srinivasulu didn't reach for his mace. Instead, he simply raised his right hand and swept it through the air.

CRACK-CRASH!

The ground violently split open. A colossal, jagged wall of pure, indestructible glacier ice erupted from the earth, shooting into the sky and instantly blocking the lethal silver wave. The attack shattered against the ice, completely neutralized.

Driven to the edge of madness by his inability to land a single hit, Ren sprinted forward, channeling every ounce of his remaining aura. He leaped into the air, shattered through the thick ice wall, and came plunging down toward Srinivasulu.

But Srinivasulu was waiting.

He raised his left hand, intercepting the greatsword with his bare palm. Instantly, dense, diamond-hard ice crept up Srinivasulu’s arm, forming a massive, unbreakable gauntlet of absolute zero temperature that stopped the blade cold.

As Ren dangled in the air, his blade trapped in the frozen grip, Srinivasulu’s right hand rapidly underwent the same terrifying transformation, encased in jagged, heavy ice.

Srinivasulu drew his right arm back, his blue eyes flashing with divine wrath.

"Ice Fist Attack!"

BAM!

The devastating frozen uppercut connected cleanly with Ren’s jaw. The sheer, concussive force shattered the atmospheric pressure around them, sending Ren spiraling high into the night sky before he crashed violently into the dirt, hundreds of feet away.

Struggling to remain conscious, Ren wiped the blood from his mouth. His aura was flickering, his stamina drained. "Fine... if you won't stay down... try surviving this!"

Ren hurled his massive silver greatsword high into the sky above them.

"Silver Tornado Attack!"

The greatsword stopped mid-air and began to spin at a dizzying, supersonic velocity. Within seconds, the weapon began to multiply. One blade became ten. Ten became a hundred. A hundred fractured into a thousand massive silver swords, forming a colossal, roaring tornado of lethal steel that darkened the sky. With a sharp point of Ren’s finger, the apocalyptic cyclone of blades plunged straight down toward the Shweta Varaha Murthy form.

Srinivasulu looked up at the falling metallic sky. He took a deep, rumbling breath, his massive chest expanding, and exhaled a violent, localized blizzard from his snout.

Instantly, a sprawling sea of dense, freezing mist engulfed Srinivasulu entirely, hiding him from view.

As the thousand swords rained down into the fog, something impossible happened. From the thick, swirling mist, a massive hand reached out and perfectly caught the hilt of a falling sword. Then another hand reached out. Then ten more. Then a hundred.

The mist abruptly violently dispersed, blown away by a shockwave of raw power.

Ren collapsed backward onto the earth, his eyes widening to the point of tearing. His mind completely shattered at the sheer, eldritch majesty of the sight before him.

Standing in the center of the crater was Srinivasulu, in his Shweta Varaha Murthy form. But he no longer had two arms. Bursting from his divine silhouette were one thousand majestic, muscular arms, spanning outward like a grand cosmic mandala. And perfectly gripped in the palm of every single hand was one of Ren’s thousand silver swords, stopped entirely in their tracks.

With all one thousand blades firmly in his grasp, Srinivasulu threw his head back and unleashed an earth-shattering, primordial roar that resonated with the frequency of the universe itself, vibrating through the bedrock of the planet and echoing across the entire realm.

Terrified beyond rational thought, Ren scrambled backward on the dirt.

"Return! RETURN!" Ren screamed, dispelling his magic in sheer panic.

Instantly, the thousand blades dissolved into streaks of blue energy, escaping Srinivasulu’s divine grasp and flying back to merge into a single, mundane sword beside Ren.

The silver armor around Ren shattered into light, completely draining his mana. He reverted back to his normal, human clothes, collapsing onto his hands and knees, gasping for air, completely and utterly defeated.

Across the battlefield, the divine light surrounding Srinivasulu began to fade. The thousand arms dissolved into ether, the white fur vanished, and the massive Boar-God shrank down, returning to the form of an ordinary college boy from Earth.

Srinivasulu dropped to his knees, his chest heaving violently, sweat pouring down his forehead. His entire body ached from the massive toll the divine energy had taken on his mortal vessel.

But as he caught his breath, a massive, uncontrollable grin spread across his exhausted face.

"Suparu!" Srinivasulu laughed, his voice cracking with pure adrenaline and boyish excitement. "That was my very first time transforming, so I lost control and went a little too hard... but man, what an absolutely incredible experience!"

Battle continues in round 2 part 4....