Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

15 Years Ago.

Dakshin Bharatiya Empire, Kakatiya Puri State (Andhra Pradesh + Telangana), Tirupati City.

On top of the wall which was built around the Tirupati Temple, there stood a boy in a remote corner. As soon as he tried to scale down in order to enter the temple, he heard a loud shout from the crowd.

"Look, there is another gold thread on that retard’s finger! How dare this imbecile touch the thread tied to the lord’s ring!"

After the man’s scream, everything happened so suddenly. His two mothers and his sister were attacked by the crowd. His eyes widened in shock. He was stuck on the wall watching the scene unfold

"Wha... What?"

"Mo... Mothers?"

"La... big sis?"

He kept muttering, watching in horror as his family turned into corpses, their bodies twisted and contorted into unusual shapes.

While he was still in shock and denial, a man who saw him on the wall screamed, "Look there!"

This man’s scream caught the attention of the crowd, and within the crowd, the mayor, who saw the scene from afar, shouted, "It’s their accomplice!"

The crowd, not fully comprehending, rushed towards the wall to see who it was. Sarvesh, yet to regain his sanity, could not move.

"Shing!"

Suddenly, a long knife passed beside his face, trimming his hair.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, coming back to his senses. Tears finally streamed down his face like rain. He quickly jumped back onto the boulder, falling from the tall wall and injuring himself in the process, but he could still run.

And that’s exactly what he did. He ran. He ran until he could run no longer, until his lungs gave out, until bruises formed on his feet and the blood on his knees drenched his legs, until he could run no more.

*Thud*

He collapsed onto the dried leaves, unconscious. Fortunately, he had fallen far enough into the forest that no villager would dare to come this far inside.

A Few hours later...

Sarvesh woke up hungry. He rubbed his stomach and looked around for some food. Fortunately, he picked some berries from a nearby bush he identified. Feeling the pain in his legs, he couldn’t help but remember his family, which made him very sad. He started to cry. His face looked unbearable as he ate, tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes distorted with grief.

Suddenly, he remembered something as he took out the cloth strip he found near his secret spot. Clenching his fist with rage, he didn’t yet know the full story of what had transpired, But he cared no longer. He was convinced that whatever happened to his family was because of the person associated with this garment.

"Kill," Sarvesh said with a heart full of venom. His face contorted with rage, especially with tears streaming down his face and his reddened eyes. The 8-year-old looked very menacing. This was unusual for a boy of his age, but after everything he had experienced, it might be considered normal, or not?

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill," he repeated multiple times as he took a stone and hit the bark of the tree again and again. In the loneliness of the forest, this boy was alone, screaming at the top of his throat. his voice had become horse from all the screaming, but that only made his voice more disturbing.

"I will slaughter everyone, I will make blood flow down the mountain!"

"Blood, blood, kill, kill!"

"I will burn you all down!"

"Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn!"

He waved his arms around, consumed by rage. He wanted to find someone to stab, to kill the people in the village so badly—they were the ones who slaughtered his family. He wanted to burn them to ashes.

"Rahhhhhhh!"

He cried out his final roar, which might have sounded immature, but the emotions felt in this roar were absolutely bone-chilling.

* Thud *

He fell down from exhaustion. when he woke up still injured, he spent a few weeks in the forest until he was able to walk again. He had to avoid wild animals and search for food every day, but it was no trouble for him, as he was quite familiar with the forest—it was where he grew up.

Once he healed a little bit, he started hunting for food. Sometimes it was rabbits, sometimes rats, but he would eat anything. Simultaneously, he also tried to find out who the culprits were. He was sure as hell unwilling to believe that his family committed such a sin in a place that they believed was their home.

With a clearer mind than he had on the night of the incident, he became more targeted in his inquiries, focusing on where the fabric in his hand could be found. In the meantime, he made a home for himself in the forest, finding an abandoned cave of a few monkeys and staying there.

Sometimes he had to fend off wild animals with his make-do spear, while other times he had to endure the cold climate of the nights. Living in the jungle had made him more wild. His diet consisted mostly of animal meat, and his body, which was already of a big frame, started to become more muscular and tall. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After a few years of living this life, he had transformed from an 8-year-old little demon to a 12-year-old junior barbarian.

*Swish*

The spear he threw pierced a deer that was running away at high speed.

Today was like any other day for him: get up, hunt, eat, investigate, sleep, and repeat. But unlike every other day, today was different because he finally found the culprit who was partially responsible for his family’s death. And when he found out the answer, he was more angry at himself than anyone else because the answer was right in front of him.

It was none other than the city mayor, who rounded up the people in the first place. Also, now that he thought about it, he was the person who first pointed out the golden thread on his second mother’s finger. Thinking about all this, his grip tightened. He did not waste any time because if he did not do something, the demons in his mind would take over.

He swiftly moved into the residence of the Mayor, and the guards were no match for him. He was a beast in human skin, silently slicing them apart.

Entering the inner courtyard of the Mayor’s house, he locked all the doors. He saw some 10-15 women sitting around talking to each other, but there was no pity in his face as he mercilessly slaughtered them. After locking all the doors, he threw a branch ignited with butter on top of the house.

The Mayor and his remaining family quickly tried to escape, but unfortunately, all the doors were locked. Sarvesh stood at the window, which was the only opening for air to go in. Coincidentally, this was also the same place where the women were, Their lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground.

The Mayor and his family, who were inside the house, saw the light coming from the window as they quickly approached it. It was the kids who first got to the window. They saw a tall figure standing there with a spear in his hands, which was covered with blood.

The kids did not understand what was going on, but looking around, they burst out crying because the heads of their mothers and aunts were chopped off. They could not understand what had happened, but they could still comprehend that their mother and aunt would no longer speak to them. The mayor, who followed shortly after, seeing the bodies of his wife and sister, was stunned in silence.

He stood at the window exactly the same way Sarvesh stood on top of the wall four years ago.

Sarvesh replayed the image of his family in his mind, Their faces showing up one by one. ’Mother Leela, Mother Kalpana, Big sister Lavanya," He muttered to himself, all of their memories flowing through his brain. The more he thought about them, the more the anger in his heart rose.

Before the mayor could say something, Sarvesh thrust his spear through the gaps in the window, piercing the skull of the Mayor. The children screamed even more loudly, but Sarvesh, who saw nothing but blood in his eyes, quickly silenced the little girl first, then her brother. The whole family of the Mayor was butchered that day, all at the hands of a 12-year-old boy who looked more like a man.

*Thud!* The spear dropped, never to be picked up again. Sarvesh fell to the ground, breaking down in tears. With his bloody hands, he covered his face in pain and wailed loudly.

With his goals achieved, Sarvesh roamed around the Empire aimlessly. He did various jobs in different villages until he settled in a nearby coastal village, serving as a fisherman. After the incident that day, he left the forest and tried to integrate into society. Initially, it was hard, but he managed.

As years went by, he began to interact with people again. He witnessed the day when His Majesty, the Emperor, came to power. Then, it happened. His nightmare was reignited when the purge of the nobles and the priests who refused to follow His Majesty’s commands occurred. The priest who had become the prime priest of the Tirupati temple, Gana Tej Bhatt, was killed for disobeying His Majesty’s orders.

Surprisingly, the news came out that the diamond ring of the Lord, which went missing a few years ago, was recovered in the priest’s house. His demons were reignited, his rage fueled by his desire for revenge. Unfortunately, he was robbed of the opportunity as his enemy was already killed. But his anger was not yet satiated.

He managed to track down the family of the priest and hunted them down one by one. Fortunately, he was a little more sane this time; he only targeted the male members of the family and ignored the women.

After that, his episodes of demons ended as he got back to his normal life. He was then recruited to the Naval Academy for his excellent skills in managing ships.

Then, he joined the Navy, becoming a captain, and then a commander of a fleet. On the day he fought against the Ottomans, the demons returned.

*Snap*

Dakshin Bharatiya Empire, Vijayanagar State, Capital City, Hampi.

|| 1655 Vedic Calendar, four months and two weeks after the New Year ||

Excitement filled the capital as it was the day of His Majesty Vijay’s coronation of two new kings, as well as the promotion of ranks of nobility for multiple nobles, according to the ENEC (Election, Nobility, and Exams Committee).

In a carriage travelling towards the inner circle of the city, a man was sleeping. This man appeared to be around 23 years old, with a body resembling that of a barbarian. He was none other than Sarvesh, one of the three naval commanders of the Dakshin Bhartiya Empire and a war hero who had single-handedly taken down three Ottoman battleships.

Sarvesh suddenly woke up from his dream, tears glistening in his eyes. "This dream again," he said to himself as he quickly wiped his face and reached for his invitation letter before stepping out of the carriage. As he arrived at his destination, anticipation filled the air.

P.S. Sarvesh Did the right thing?