MY GAME BEGINS Episode 4 / Chapter 4: The Truth, Atonement, and Redemption (Part 5: The Father of Falsehood—KALI YUGA PURUSHA vs. Srinivasulu: Philosophical Battle Part 2)

MY GAME BEGINS

Episode 4 / Chapter 4: The Truth, Atonement, and Redemption

(Part 5: The Father of Falsehood—KALI YUGA PURUSHA vs. Srinivasulu: Philosophical Battle Part 2)

Srinivasulu gradually brought his laughter to a stop, wiping his eyes before looking up.

"Alright, let's set that aside for a moment, Kali Purusha.

But tell me... which of your cults am I even supposed to join?"

Kali Purusha’s eyes narrowed into slits, glaring at Srinivasulu with suffocating malice.

"I mean, look at your own cult," Srinivasulu continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"It doesn't even have a single unified belief!

It's fractured into three completely conflicting cults of Kali Purusha.

The first cult claims that people should worship only you and no one else.

The second cult argues that worshipping you isn't enough—they insist people must worship your entire family, your ancestors, your sons, your daughters, and every single one of your ten thousand grandsons!

And then there's the third cult, which is the most absurd of all—they claim that when my Lord Venkateswara descends at the end of the Yuga as the Ashwa Vahana/Kalki Avatar, you will take a counter-avatar to fight Him, so people should start worshipping that future avatar of yours right now!"

Srinivasulu smirked, leaning forward.

"So tell me, Kali Purusha... which of these three paths should I join?"

Kali Yuga Purusha stood speechless, unable to offer a single word of defense.

He shifted his red eyes away in silent frustration.

Srinivasulu didn't let him off the hook for a second.

"Well?

Which one is your authentic path?

Which of these three routes actually follows your true teachings?

Which group of followers do you, your family, and your ten thousand grandsons recognize as your genuine devotees?

Who are you actually bestowing your blessings upon?

Do you, your family, or your ten thousand grandsons even have the slightest bit of clarity on which of these three is your true path?!"

"SHUT UP, SRINIVASULU!" Kali Purusha screamed, his voice rattling the room.

"SHUT UP!

You don't need to pry into matters that are far beyond your comprehension!"

"Shut up?" Srinivasulu fired back, his voice rising in fierce defiance.

"Why on earth should I shut up?!

You barge into my room, hurl foul slander at my Lord Venkateswara, insult Him vilely, and expect me to sit back and swallow it quietly?!

Did you think I’d just watch and do nothing?

I’m tearing your hypocritical mask off!

You couldn't answer a single philosophical argument I made today, and you never will!

And yet a wretched creature like you dares to speak ill of my Supreme Lord, Lord Venkateswara?!"

Srinivasulu made a sound of deep disgust, turning his head and spitting directly onto the floor.

"Ptui! You vile, filthy monster!"

Unable to stomach such raw humiliation, Kali Purusha's rage exploded, his dark aura flaring like a violent storm.

Yet, through sheer effort, he tightly clamped down on his fury, suppressing his urge to strike immediately.

Srinivasulu pressed his advantage without missing a beat.

"What do you even know about my Lord or the glorious history of His devotees to blabber like that?

Compared to the supreme majesty of my Lord, the miserable lives of a hundred creatures like you aren't worth a single speck of dirt beneath His fingernails!"

Srinivasulu’s eyes burned with intense devotion (Bhakti) as he began his rebuttal:

"Look at Gajendra, the king of elephants—a mere animal!

When he was dragged into the depths of a lake by a terrifying crocodile, he fought until his physical strength was completely exhausted.

Facing absolute death, he didn't even know the Lord's formal name.

He simply surrendered his heart and cried out, 'O Supreme Being, save me!'

My Lord didn't pause for a single second to calculate or ask questions.

He mounted Garuda in a flash and rushed from Vaikuntha at the speed of the wind!

He didn't care whether the caller was a human or a beast; He didn't care if the caller knew His exact name!

Because Gajendra offered pure surrender (Sharanagati), my Lord saved him instantly!

That is the story of Gajendra Moksham—the ultimate proof of divine grace!

True grace isn't a transactional business deal, Kali Purusha!

What you see as a bargain, we know as devotion—something infinitely deeper than your twisted madness!"

"And what about Prahlada?" Srinivasulu continued passionately.

"Prahlada was the son of Hiranyakashipu—my Lord's bitterest enemy!

Yet Prahlada worshipped Him with pure devotion (Bhakti).

My Lord didn't care that the boy was the son of His sworn enemy; He showered His boundless mercy upon him anyway!

When Hiranyakashipu challenged His existence and tried to kill his own son, my Lord didn't hesitate—He burst directly out of a solid stone pillar as Ahobilam Narasimha Swamy just to protect little Prahlada at Ahobilam!

That is the unmatched greatness of my Sovereign!"

"My Lord makes zero distinction between the rich and the poor!" Srinivasulu declared.

"In His Krishna Avatar, when His childhood friend Kuchela visited Him—a man so deeply impoverished that he wore rags—my Lord welcomed him as an honored guest, washed his feet with His own hands, and treated him with divine respect.

For a humble gift of a handful of puffed rice (Atukulu), my Lord was ready to bestow all the riches of the three worlds upon him!

He was practically ready to hand over His divine realm, Vaikuntam, itself!

Is there any greater example in existence of such a vast, compassionate heart?!"

Srinivasulu’s voice resonated with deep pride.

"Look at the history of devotees at Tirupati, where Lord Venkateswara manifested as the living supreme deity of this Kali Yuga!

Sage Agastya, Emperor Tondaiman, Shri Ramanujacharya, Saint Annamacharya, Anantalwar, Hathiram Bavaji, Sri Tarigonda Vengamamba... And many more...

When you read their lives and learn of the divine miracles (Leelas) that transpired, you realize God isn't some distant entity sitting on an unreachable throne!

He walks beside us, lives with us, and acts like a true friend!

What exists between my Lord and His devotees isn't a mere rigid relationship between a worshipper and a deity—it completely transcends those boundaries!

The sacred bond of devotion with my Lord cannot be captured in mortal words!

It is a hundred times greater than the truest friendship, and ten thousand times deeper than parents love!"

"My Lord Venkateswara isn't a rigid god standing like a cold stone idol on a mountain, commanding people to blindly obey Him!" Srinivasulu shouted.

"When His devotees suffer, He stands by them like an elder in the family, showering them with boundless compassion and immediate protection!

Even if a devotee stumbles and abandons Him, my Lord NEVER abandons His devotee!

And you dare slander such a merciful Lord, you wretched monster?!"

Kali Purusha sneered, trying to mask his rising dread.

"Anyone can recite well-known history!

Tell me something new!

Where is your Lord right now?

Call Him!

Let's see if your Lord comes to save you from my hands today!"

Srinivasulu laughed sharply.

"Why would my Lord need to 'come separately' from somewhere else, you fool?!

He who dwells inside you, inside me, and inside every living soul as the eternal Atma is ALREADY here!

He is right here in this room, listening to every single word you spit, watching everything you do!"

"And do you know how vast my Lord's heart truly is?" Srinivasulu added, his tone softening with reverence.

"A human doesn't even need to perform grand rituals for Him, or visit His temple, or shower Him with expensive offerings!

If a person simply serves their parents, loves their family, stays away from wicked deeds, and lives an honest, righteous life (Neetimantudu), my Lord will personally welcome that soul into His divine abode of Vaikuntha!

That is the supreme glory of Lord Venkateswara!"

Srinivasulu spat toward the floor once more.

"A low-life creature like you—who doesn't understand God, doesn't understand the devotee, and doesn't comprehend the sacred bond between them—dares to proclaim himself a deity and insult my Supreme Lord?!

Ptui! Disgusting!"

Kali Purusha’s anger finally snapped beyond all control.

His eyes ignited into burning pools of blood-red fire.

"Listen to me, Srinivasulu!" the Lord of Asuras roared.

"A day is coming when my Kali Yuga will reach its absolute, terrifying peak!

On that day, your Dharma will be thoroughly, utterly annihilated!

I will tear out the names of your Lord Venkateswara and all your other gods by their very roots, establishing my empire of Adharma (unrighteousness) across every corner of this universe!

Dharma once stood on four legs; today it stands trembling on a single leg—Satya (Truth)!

I will sever that last leg of Truth with my sword of Asatya (Falsehood)!

I will completely erase Dharma (righteousness) from existence and force all of creation to accept ME as the sole Supreme God, my family as the primal deities, and my ten thousand grandsons as the ultimate divine beings!

What will you do then, mortal?!

What can your Lord do then?!"

Srinivasulu stared directly into the demon's blood-red eyes, his voice steady, calm, and absolute:

"When that day comes, my Lord Venkateswara will descend upon His magnificent white horse as the Ashwa Vahana/Kalki Avatar, wielding His divine blade of righteousness!

And on that day, your complete annihilation by His hands is absolute and inevitable!"

"SILENCE!" Kali Purusha shrieked in demonic fury.

"I made a mistake letting a pathetic mortal babble for this long!

Prepare to die by my hands!"

Gathering his entire aura of pitch-black dark energy, Kali Yuga Purusha launched himself forward at the speed of a hurricane, charging straight toward Srinivasulu’s bed to crush him!

In that split second, Srinivasulu closed his eyes and chanted with total surrender:

"OM NAMO VENKATESHAYA!"

BOOM!

A blinding, radiant golden light suddenly erupted from the air!

The divine energy struck Kali Purusha like a cosmic thunderbolt, hurling his massive frame backward across the room and smashing him violently against the far corner!

The Lord of Asuras crashed onto the floor, looking up in sheer terror.

The moment he raised his head, he let out an ear-splitting, blood-curdling scream of pure agony and fright, trembling uncontrollably as he cowered against the wall.

Srinivasulu opened his eyes, but he couldn't see what Kali Purusha was seeing.

All Srinivasulu saw were his five divine cards floating in mid-air right in front of him, glowing with soft, ethereal light.

But in Kali Purusha’s eyes, a terrifying cosmic vision was unfolding right behind Srinivasulu!

Behind the mortal, the towering, majestic forms of Tirupati Adi Varaha Swamy, Ahobilam Narasimha Swamy, Srikakulam Andhra Maha Vishnu (Andhra Vallabhudu), and Gudimallam Parasurameswara Swamy were manifesting in blinding divine glory!

And behind all those sacred forms, an incomprehensible, boundless cosmic form began to emerge—a divine silhouette of transcendent light towering over the universe itself!

As the infinite form slowly manifested into the supreme image of Lord Venkateswara, the blinding light consumed the entire room.

Kali Purusha raised his many hands in frantic terror, desperately covering his eyes to block out the divine radiance.

"NO! STOP! LEAVE ME!" the Lord of Asuras shrieked hysterically, weeping in absolute terror.

"FORGIVE ME, LORD! FORGIVE ME! I PROMISE I WILL NEVER HARM YOUR DEVOTEES AGAIN! SPARE ME!"

With a final, desperate scream, Kali Purusha’s pitch-black energy dissolved into nothingness, and the Father of Falsehood vanished completely from the room!

The moment the demon fled, the divine manifestations standing behind Srinivasulu merged together, transforming into the sacred Shankha (Conch), the Chakra (Discus), and the holy Venkateswara Tilakam, before gently fading away into the air.

Srinivasulu’s eyes widened as the room returned to normal.

"Something extraordinary just happened..." he whispered to himself, his heart pounding.

"I couldn't see what was behind me, but Kali Purusha ran away screaming in absolute terror..."

Srinivasulu folded his hands together, bowing his head in deep, emotional gratitude.

"Thank You, my Lord... Thank You for protecting Your humble devotee."

BANG!

The bedroom door suddenly burst open, and Kaito rushed inside, breathless.

"Ren! What happened?!

I heard crazy, terrifying noises coming from in here!

The room is a total mess!

Are you okay, bro?!"

Srinivasulu—now back in Ren’s form—calmly lay back against his pillows, looking up at Kaito with an innocent expression.

"Nothing happened, Kaito bro.

A stray black cat just sneaked in through the window, made a huge racket, caused a mess, and jumped right back out!"

Kaito blinked, looking around at the cluttered room.

"Seriously?

Man, I thought something insane went down in here!"

Srinivasulu gestured weakly toward his left arm, where the IV saline needle was still taped to his skin.

"Look at me, Kaito—I’m lying here sick and exhausted in bed with a needle stuck in my arm.

Why are you imagining wild things, bro?

Are you out of your mind?"

Kaito let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Haha, sorry bro!

We just finished our lunch downstairs.

Let me bring your lunch tray right up!"

"Yeah, do that first," Srinivasulu nodded.

Kaito quickly pulled the door shut and headed down the hallway.

Lying back on the bed, Srinivasulu let out a long, heavy breath of relief, a gentle smile touching his lips.

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(End of Episode 4 / Chapter 4: Part 5)