Genesis Maker: The Indian Marvel (Rewrite)-Chapter 77: Ch 74: Breaths of the Hidden Flame

He was changing.

But beneath it all—between policy drafts, infrastructure plans, diplomatic cables, and secret missions—lay something older, something deeper. A truth only he and a few others knew.

The Hidden Flame.

His secret organisation.

Mutants. Inhumans. Superpowered individuals.

Men and women gifted—or cursed—with powers beyond understanding. Beings from fractured bloodlines, awakened ancestries, or even different planes of existence. They operated in silence, working not for gold or glory, but to protect the dream Aryan was building.

Karna, ever the anchor to his storm, currently served as Assistant Commander, overseeing operations when Aryan couldn't. Loyal. Wise. Fierce. The brother fate forgot to give him.

But Aryan knew it wasn't enough.

They needed more.

More training. More power. More clarity of purpose.

The future would not be kind. And when shadows returned—as they always did—it would not be armies or parliaments that stood in the gap. It would be these hidden warriors.

He stood up slowly, walking toward the tall glass window that overlooked the manicured gardens below.

His mind wandered to something he had seen weeks ago, tucked away within the sprawling archives of the Celestial Forge's System Store.

A manual of Breathing Techniques—a synthesis of ancient cultivation methods and the refined breathing arts from another world. The kind that had trained demon-slayers. The kind that could make even an ordinary soul shine with strength, clarity, and endurance.

Only 200 Meta Points.

With these techniques, even the powerless could awaken latent potential. Breath by breath. Step by step. It would not grant them cosmic might, but it would give them a fighting chance.

And in the coming war between light and shadow—sometimes, that's all that mattered.

Aryan whispered softly, activating the system interface only he could see.

| Creation of Breathing Manual – 200 MP |

| Confirm? |

"Confirm," he said aloud, and a soft hum filled the room as invisible circuits of possibility rearranged themselves.

Knowledge flowed into him like a slow-burning fire. Techniques etched in muscle memory, in spirit, in rhythm. The names were poetic yet precise—Sun Flame Breathing, Moon Pulse Style, Earth Root Flow, and more. A hybrid art designed to harmonise with the user's constitution, mental state, and surrounding environment.

He could already picture it.

A hidden headquarters, carved into the limestone cliffs near Ujjain—shielded from the world by enchantment and science alike. A place where these breathing techniques would be taught. Where his agents could train, grow, heal, and bond.

A temple.

A forge.

A home.

He would call it: Agnisthal – The Hearth of the Hidden Flame.

His people would no longer be wandering weapons.

They would become guardians.

Disciplined. United. Alive.

Aryan turned back to his desk, setting the silver photo frame down with reverence.

He would begin drafting the plans tonight—lay out the foundation stones for Agnisthal, assign Karna the task of selecting instructors, and begin shortlisting those most attuned to inner cultivation.

Somewhere far in the night, Delhi slept.

But in this one room, in this one man's heart, something had awakened.

A fire made not of rage or vengeance—

—but of hope, breath, and purpose.

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- Hidden Base, Delhi -

- May 4, 1937 | Evening -

The world bent.

A ripple passed through the fabric of space, and from the quiet corner of Samrat Bhavan, Aryan stepped through the void.

He emerged into the dark stone corridors of the hidden underground base—his organisation's beating heart nestled beneath Delhi's surface. There was no flash of light, no dramatic sound, just a quiet folding of reality, as if the world simply accepted his presence. Void Step, the evolved form of his shadow teleportation, made travel seamless now, thanks to his new attunement to Void Arcane—the darker, colder cousin of his previous skill Dark magic, born from everything that lay between worlds.

Here In the base, things were never still.

Someone was always training. Always preparing.

And that's exactly why Aryan was here.

He walked through the main hallway, the walls lined with crystalline lights, quietly pulsing like a heartbeat. Though mostly silent, the air carried traces of energy—kinetic vibrations from distant training chambers, muffled voices, the sound of movement, breath, power.

He knew exactly where to go.

Karna.

His best friend. His brother in all but blood.

He was probably already halfway through a spar or grumbling about needing stronger opponents.

Aryan smiled.

Karna had never taken defeat lightly. After being left behind—power-wise—by both Aryan and Shakti, he had pushed himself to the brink. Never out of jealousy, but out of sheer determination. That was Karna. Always fighting forward, even if it meant bloody knuckles and sleepless nights.

Aryan turned the corner and stepped into the wide training hall—a vast chamber layered in reinforced stone and protective wards. It could take punishment and dish it back if needed.

His eyes Imm'diately found them.

Karna wasn't sparring at the moment.

Instead, he stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching a battle unfold with that familiar focused scowl.

In the center of the room, two figures blurred in motion—

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Shakti and Nalini.

The sight made Aryan pause, just for a second.

They danced like twin storms.

Shakti, glowing faintly, the Power Cosmic around her subtly distorting the air. Her movements flowed like water, but each strike carried reality-shifting weight. Now and then, her attacks bent probability—a missed punch curving into a hit, a dodge that somehow happened before the attack came.

Nalini, on the other hand, moved like the earth itself—steady, rooted, yet unpredictable. Vines burst from the floor at her command, walls of stone lifted, petals turned to blades. Her connection to nature was almost spiritual, and her training under the Sorcerer Supreme was evident in how she read the battlefield. She adapted quickly, her mind as sharp as her thorns.

Aryan watched with quiet pride.

Nalini and Shakti were evenly matched, their friendship clear in the way they grinned between blows, pushed each other without holding back. Princesses, yes. Warriors, definitely. But more than that—sisters by choice. Their bond had grown naturally, and somehow, it reminded Aryan of his own with Karna.

A flicker of light drew his gaze to the side—

Karna, his photokinetic aura flaring slightly, sensing Aryan's arrival.

He turned, brow lifting.

"Took you long enough," Karna said, walking over with his usual mix of sarcasm and warmth.

Aryan chuckled. "You missed me already?"

"I was hoping you brought stronger recruits. I'm running out of people to beat up."

Aryan studied him closely. Karna's build was leaner now, tighter. His aura was more focused. Gone was the raw, scattered energy from earlier days. Now it shimmered—controlled, precise. He had broken into Tier 4 (Mid). Not quite at Shakti's level, who had reached Tier 4 (Peak) thanks to her Cosmic affinity, but Karna was catching up fast.

"You're pushing too hard," Aryan said softly, though without criticism.

Karna shrugged. "Someone has to. You and Shakti keep pulling ahead. I don't want to be the guy left behind holding your coats while you fight gods."

Aryan nodded, understanding.

Karna wasn't jealous. He just refused to be useless.

"Then I've got something that might help," Aryan said, pulling a small crystal drive from his pocket. "A breathing manual. Hybrid system—cultivation meets demon-slaying techniques. Just learned it myself."

Karna took it, curious. "You're sharing secret techniques now?"

Aryan smiled. "They're not just for you. I'm going to train everyone who's ready. These methods... they can turn even powerless agents into something more. We're building a future, Karna. I need more than just gods and weapons. I need people who can stand on their own—no matter what comes."

Karna's smile was faint but real. "Then let's get to work."

Together, they turned back toward the training chamber. The battle between Shakti and Nalini was nearing its crescendo, a clash of light and life, cosmic force against primal nature.

Aryan didn't interrupt.

He just watched, heart steady, purpose clear.

This was more than a base.

This was where the future of Bharat was being forged—one breath, one bond, one battle at a time.

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