My Game Begins Chapter 1 / Episode 1: Srinivasulu vs Ren Part 5 : Final Round — The Universal Form

 My Game Begins

Chapter 1 / Episode 1: Srinivasulu vs Ren Part 5 : Final Round — The Universal Form

The dust settled over the ruined landscape. Srinivasulu stood tall, looking down at Ren, who was sprawled across the scorched earth, bruised and battered.

"Can you put your 'Hero Ego' aside now so we can actually talk?" Srinivasulu asked, his voice laced with exhaustion and plea.

Trembling, Ren pushed himself up off the dirt. Above his head, the glowing digital energy bar flickered into view. The stamina that should have been resting at a comfortable 70% had plummeted to a critical 40%.

Despite the physical toll, Ren’s eyes burned with unbroken stubbornness. With a sharp hum, his three digital cards materialized from the ether, floating and spinning around his battered body.

Srinivasulu groaned, rubbing his temples. "Do you understand what you are doing, Ren? This isn't heroism; it’s sheer madness! We could have just talked this out, but you are deliberately dragging this out into a deathmatch!"

Ren completely ignored the plea. His bloodied hand shot out, snatching a jet-black card from the air.

"Demon Lord!" Ren roared.

Instantly, a geyser of suffocating, pitch-black miasma erupted from the earth, violently swallowing Ren whole. The temperature plummeted. A sickening sound of tearing flesh and shifting bone echoed from within the dark vortex.

Two jagged, obsidian horns ripped violently through the skin of his forehead. His eyes ignited into a glowing, blood-red luminescence. His fingers elongated into razor-sharp, demonic talons. With a sickening crack, two more massive, jagged spikes tore through the flesh of his left and right shoulders. Ren clenched his newly formed claws, exhaling thick, boiling waves of heat from his fanged mouth that distorted the very air around him.

"This is the most absolute, devastating form I possess," Ren growled, his voice layered with a demonic, multi-tonal echo. "I want to see what god you call upon to save you now! No matter whose divine form you invoke, you cannot defeat the Demon Lord form!"

The system prompt materialized above him, dripping with dark aura:

[Status: Demon Lord Form - Level 57 ]

Srinivasulu watched the display without flinching. He didn't step back. He didn't raise his guard. He simply shook his head.

"I'll admit it, Ren. In the context of this game, that form is incredibly powerful," Srinivasulu said calmly. "But compared to the divine forms given to me? It is nothing. My powers are not just magic; they are divine manifestations gifted to me, inspired by the true, supreme deities of my realm—specifically the supreme Lord Venkateshwara. Defeating these forms is not just beyond you, Ren. It is beyond 'Supreme Demon Lord' and his entire army."

Ren gasped, his glowing red eyes narrowing in shock.

"Your form is powerful, yes," Srinivasulu continued, taking a step forward. "But it demands 100% of your energy to function properly. Look at your energy bar. You barely have enough aura to launch one single, main attack. If that attack fails, you will be completely defenseless. I am telling you, continuing this fight is a futile effort!"

"How...?" Ren stammered, his demonic voice faltering for a fraction of a second. "How the hell do you know everything about my stats and my forms?!"

Srinivasulu smiled softly. "I know everything about you, Ren."

"You know nothing about me!" Ren screamed. Enraged beyond reason, the game protagonist propelled himself forward, a comet of dark energy hurtling directly toward the boy.

Srinivasulu didn't panic. The five ethereal cards drifted into view around him. He raised his hand and touched the second card.

"Om Ugra Swarupam."

BOOM!

A catastrophic shockwave of blinding, golden divine light detonated outward from Srinivasulu, slamming into the incoming Ren like a physical wall. The sheer holy force violently repelled the Demon Lord, sending Ren flying backward to crash heavily into the treeline.

"New form again what now?!" Ren cursed, pushing himself out of the splintered wood.

The blinding golden light slowly parted.

Srinivasulu had transformed into a vision of absolute, primordial terror and divine majesty. He was massive, his body radiating a golden aura. A majestic, flowing golden mane cascaded down his back. Heavy, ancient gold ornaments wrapped around his muscular arms. His face had morphed into a terrifying, wrathful visage, his fingers ending in indestructible, divine claws. Glowing brilliantly upon his forehead was the golden Vishnu Tilakam.

For a few fleeting seconds, the colossal, awe-inspiring silhouette of Ahobila Ugra Narasimha Swamy materialized behind him, roaring silently into the heavens before fading into the night.

Refusing to be intimidated, Ren launched himself forward, unleashing a flurry of desperate, high-speed claw strikes.

Srinivasulu met him head-on. CLANG! CLANG! SCRAAACH!

Demonic obsidian talons clashed violently against divine golden claws, sending showers of sparks raining down upon the burning grass. But Ren quickly realized the horrific truth—Srinivasulu wasn't even breaking a sweat. The Ugra Swarupam parried and countered every single strike with terrifying, effortless precision.

He's right, Ren thought, panic finally setting in. My stamina is completely drained. If I don't finish him right now with my ultimate attack, I'm dead!

Ren parried a heavy blow, using the momentum to leap far backward, creating a massive distance between them.

"You asked for my ultimate attack right?!" Ren screamed, raising his arms to the sky. He gathered every last drop of his dark, demonic aura, condensing it into a massive, swirling sphere of absolute annihilation. "Hell Wave Attack!"

Ren thrust his hands forward. A colossal, tidal wave of corrosive, black demonic energy tore up the earth as it rushed toward Srinivasulu, meant to disintegrate anything it touched.

Srinivasulu stood perfectly still. He didn't block. He didn't dodge.

The devastating wave of dark energy crashed down upon Srinivasulu... and the moment it made contact with his divine golden aura, the dark magic instantly transmuted. The corrosive wave of death miraculously dissolved into a gentle shower of thousands of soft, fragrant jasmine flowers, fluttering harmlessly down upon Srinivasulu’s shoulders.

Ren’s jaw dropped. His ultimate attack had been turned into a floral shower.

But a twisted, desperate laugh suddenly escaped Ren’s fanged mouth. "You think that's it?! The Hell Wave has a second stage! Watch this!"

Ren slammed his fists into the ground. "Arise! The Legions of Hell!"

The earth began to violently shake. The ground around Srinivasulu cracked open, and thousands of grotesque, heavily armed demons began to crawl out from the depths of the earth, surrounding the divine being on all sides.

"Do you know why this form is powerful?!" Ren roared, pointing at Srinivasulu. "I command fifty legions of the Demon Realm! I have never needed to use this attack on anyone before, but now... you are completely finished!"

Srinivasulu, still standing amidst the falling flowers, let out a deep, echoing chuckle. "Do you even realize who you are speaking to right now?"

"Defeat him!" Ren ordered.

The entire hellish army let out a blood-curdling screech and lunged toward Srinivasulu simultaneously.

But they had no idea what they were jumping into.

In a flash of blinding light, four additional muscular, golden arms sprouted from Srinivasulu’s divine form. Now wielding six arms, the Ugra Swarupam became a literal blender of divine wrath.

As the demons leaped at him, it was like watching winged moths diving willingly into a roaring bonfire. Srinivasulu moved with a terrifying, rhythmic grace—the Ugra Tandavam.

SNAP! CRACK! RIP!

He grabbed demons by the throat, snapping their necks with a flick of his wrist. He caught their weapons, shattering them instantly, before tearing the monsters limb from limb. He tossed their broken bodies aside like discarded toys. The dance of destruction was so absolute, so fearsomely beautiful, that for a moment, the devastating auras of Veerabhadra, Kala Bhairava, and Ahobila Narasimha seemed to overlap in his movements.

Ren fell backward onto the dirt, his eyes wide with absolute, mind-shattering terror.

The demons kept coming, but Srinivasulu didn't stop. He didn't tire. He systematically slaughtered the entire army until their bodies dissolved into fading shadows, returning the forest to an eerie silence.

Covered in the dissipating essence of a thousand demons, Srinivasulu slowly turned his wrathful gaze toward Ren. He began to march forward.

Ren scrambled to his feet, his breathing ragged.

"Ugram... Veeram... Mahavishnum! Come on!" Srinivasulu’s voice boomed, echoing like thunder.

Driven by pure, adrenaline-fueled desperation, Ren poured his final ounces of strength into a desperate charge.

Srinivasulu didn't even use a weapon. As Ren closed the distance, Srinivasulu shot his left hand forward, grabbing the jagged horn on Ren's left shoulder. With a terrifying display of raw physical strength, he lifted the Demon Lord completely off the ground and violently slammed him into a massive oak tree. The tree splintered and collapsed from the impact.

Before Ren could fall, Srinivasulu grabbed the horn on his right shoulder, hoisted him high into the air, and slammed him face-first into the solid bedrock.

CRACK.

The dark aura violently shattered. The horns dissolved, the fangs vanished, and Ren reverted back to his normal, human clothes, lying motionless in the dirt.

Srinivasulu stood over him, threw his head back, and let out a triumphant, earth-shaking lion's roar—the Simha Vijaya Garjana—that echoed for miles across the dark forest.

Slowly, the golden light faded. The extra arms vanished, the mane disappeared, and Srinivasulu returned to his normal, exhausted human form.

Despite the brutal beatdown, Ren's fingers twitched. Painfully, agonizingly, the game protagonist tried to push himself up on his elbows to keep fighting.

"Stop it, Ren!" Srinivasulu shouted. "You physically cannot fight anymore!"

Above Ren, the energy bar flickered violently. The number dropped from 40 to a critical 15%. A flashing red warning light illuminated the space above his head.

"With 15% energy, you can't do anything!" Srinivasulu pleaded.

Ren spat out blood. "I... will never... lose!"

With a final, desperate cry, Ren summoned his three cards one last time.

"Are you still going?!" Srinivasulu yelled in disbelief.

"All Three Cards... COMBINED!" Ren screamed.

The three cards collided in mid-air, creating a blinding explosion of blue, red, and black light. When the light faded, Ren stood wearing a grotesque amalgamation of all his powers: The silver shield of sliver warrior strapped to his arm, the crimson Red Thunder Knight armor plating his body, and the terrifying demonic horns protruding from his forehead and shoulders.

Srinivasulu sighed, watching his own five cards floating gently in front of him. "You really won't listen until you hit absolute zero, will you?"

Srinivasulu raised his hands, his fingers brushing across three specific cards.

"Om Shweta Varaha Murthy Swaroopam! Om Ugra Swarupam! Om Divine Hunter Swaroopam! All Three... COMBINED!"

The three divine cards merged into a singular, blinding star of pure, holy light. The illumination was so intense it turned the dark night sky into a radiant, golden dawn.

Srinivasulu’s form expanded, growing massive and overwhelmingly majestic. He was draped in celestial silk, adorned with heavy gold jewelry and a towering, multifaceted golden crown.

But it was his form that left Ren completely paralyzed with awe.

Srinivasulu now possessed multiple arms and three distinct heads. The central head was that of the Divine Hunter—a breathtakingly handsome, youthful divine prince bearing the glowing Venkateshwara Namam on his forehead. The head on his left was the terrifying, roaring visage of the Ugra Narasimha. The head on his right was the majestic, divine snout of the Shweta Varaha Murthy.

Behind the shoulders of the divine form, two additional pairs of gigantic divine arms manifested. The pure white, fur-covered arms of Shweta Varaha Murthy radiated immense sacred strength, while the blazing golden, fur-covered arms of Ugra Narasimha emanated terrifying divine ferocity. Together, these four colossal arms rested behind the main form, their overwhelming divine aura making the manifestation appear even more vast, majestic, and beyond mortal comprehension.

In his primary hands, the Divine Hunter held a magnificent, glowing celestial bow.

Behind this impossible, awe-inspiring Trimurti-like manifestation, the grand, eternal silhouette of Tirupati Venkateshwara Swamy appeared, blessing the battlefield with his cosmic presence before gently fading away.

Looking up at the multi-headed, multi-armed divine being, Ren finally understood. He wasn't fighting a normal guy. He wasn't fighting a 'Chosen One' card warrior. He was fighting a vessel of true, unadulterated divine power.

Srinivasulu pulled back the string of the celestial bow. A blinding, golden Divyastra (Divine Arrow) materialized on the rest.

Seeing the arrow, Ren poured every single micro-drop of his remaining 15% energy into his Silver Shield, projecting a massive, reinforced silver barrier in front of him, bracing for the impact.

Srinivasulu released the bowstring.

The golden arrow didn't just fly; it erased the space between them. It struck the silver barrier like a divine comet.

The impenetrable silver barrier didn't even hold for a millisecond. It shattered into dust the moment the arrow made contact.

Ren’s energy bar instantly dropped from 15% to a flat, blinking 0%.

Ren's eyes widened as the divine energy engulfed him, resulting in a colossal, blinding explosion that swept across the entire forest.

When the smoke finally cleared, Ren lay on his back, completely stripped of all armor, weapons, and magic. He was entirely defeated. Unable to move a single muscle, Ren’s wide eyes simply stared up at the majestic, multi-headed, multi-armed divine being holding the celestial bow, illuminated by the light of the burning forest.

To be continued... (On Part 6: Aftermath of the Battle)