Sorcerer of Sorcerers

Let us begin our story.

This is the story of a boy named Aryan.

Aryan was an eighteen-year-old boy with brown eyes and fair skin. At such a young age, he carried responsibilities far heavier than his years. He was the only earning member of his family.

He had two younger siblings, a brother and a sister, whom he had to take care of alone. The only person they could call their father was a man who spent most of his time drunk, lying somewhere without a care for the world. He didn't even know where his children were half the time. Because of this, Aryan was forced to quit his studies and start working.

Aryan worked as a delivery boy. According to his education and situation, this was the only job he could get-one that helped him barely manage the household expenses.

One day, after completing his deliveries, Aryan was riding back home along the highway.

Suddenly-

A car with failed brakes crashed into him from behind.

What happened to Aryan?Did he survive... or did he die?

Aryan lay on the highway, covered in blood.

Countless vehicles passed by him. Not a single one stopped. No one even slowed down, let alone extended a helping hand. After lying there for nearly fifteen minutes, Aryan finally breathed his last.

In his final moments, the only thing on Aryan's mind was his younger brother and sister.Was Aryan's story over before it even began?

What would happen to his siblings after his death?

Would they also starve to death without anyone to protect them?

Suddenly-

Aryan's eyes opened.

Before him was an intense golden light, so bright that it took him several minutes just to open his eyes properly.

Then a voice echoed from within the light.

"How are you, Aryan?"

Aryan turned his head to the right, trying to see who was speaking, but all he could see was the golden radiance.

"Why are you looking around?" the voice said again. "I am right here, in front of you."

"Who... who are you?" Aryan asked.

"I am the one who created the entire universe.I am the one who created humanity and compassion.I am the one who gave birth to all living beings."

The voice continued, calm yet absolute.

"I am the creator of this world."

"Then... does that mean you're God?" Aryan asked.

"Yes," the voice replied.

"So... I'm dead?" Aryan whispered.

"No-this cannot be accepted," Aryan suddenly cried out."Please, God! Please send me back to my brother and sister! They are too young. There is no one else to take care of them. Our father doesn't care at all. If I'm gone too, they'll have no one left."

The voice answered gently,

"This is the cycle of life. Anyone who is born must one day die."

"But what about my brother and sister?" Aryan pleaded."You know everything. You know we only have a father in name. I was their only support. Without me, how will they survive?"

"I understand your emotions," the voice replied."But your body was completely destroyed in the car accident. I cannot revive you in this world."

After a pause, the voice continued.

"However, I can grant you a new life-in a world completely different from this one.A world without pollution.A world without people divided by caste and hatred."

"But how can I live peacefully in another life when my siblings are suffering here?" Aryan asked.

"Then... can you send them with me?" he said desperately. "If not in this life, then at least in the next."

"That is impossible," the voice replied.

"Please," Aryan begged."You showed me the path of rebirth because you consider me a good person. So please... accept this one request."

After a moment of silence-

"Very well," the voice said.

"You and your two siblings will be reborn on a planet called Swaraj.

It will not be easy. You will face countless hardships.I will grant you certain powers, but to grow stronger, you must defeat strange creatures on Swaraj.As you grow stronger, the powers I have given you will gradually unlock."

"Now, Aryan... close your eyes so that I may send you to Swaraj."

"Yes," Aryan replied.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he found himself lying under the shade of a tree. Nearby, his brother and sister were sleeping peacefully.

Suddenly, a blue light appeared before his eyes, displaying strange text:

Strength – 1Agility – 1Magic – 1Internal Power – 1

There were many other things written that Aryan couldn't understand. The notification sounds kept ringing nonstop in his ears.

"Stop! Just stop!" Aryan shouted, covering his ears.

In the very next moment, everything went silent.

As the blue light faded, Aryan finally saw the world around him.

Green grass stretched endlessly in all directions. The air was clean and fresh-completely free of pollution. Aryan was still absorbing the beauty when-

A dragon flew overhead.

Its body was brown with black stripes spread across its scales. It passed just slightly above them.Aryan's face turned pale.

At that moment, he didn't even dare to breathe.

If I make even the slightest sound, he thought, this thing will kill me.

Inside his mind, Aryan muttered,

"Oh man... what was that? I wish someone could explain this world to me."

The moment he thought that, the blue light appeared again.

This time, it began uploading information directly into his mind-details about Planet Swaraj.

As Aryan processed it, he realized-

This is not an ordinary world.

A world filled with mages, swordsmen, and terrifying creatures.

Inside his mind, Aryan started cursing God.

"God, where the hell have you sent me? My previous life was a million times better than this."

He then woke up his siblings.

"Brother!" they both shouted together.

"Where are we?" his younger brother Raj asked.

"This is our new home," Aryan replied calmly.

"We'll build our life here."

With that, Aryan began moving forward with his brother and sister, soon entering a dense forest.

After walking a long distance, he suddenly spotted a creature-

A goblin.

Green-skinned, short in height.

The blue light appeared again.

New Enemy Detected.

Defeat the enemy to receive an instant level-up reward.

"What? I have to kill it? But how?" Aryan tried speaking to the blue light, but it didn't respond.It only kept repeating:

Defeat the enemy. Instant level-up reward.Defeat the enemy. Instant level-up reward.

Aryan realised the system wouldn't answer his questions.

Just then, new text appeared.

Enemy Information Available.

Aryan selected it.

Strength – 4

Agility – 3

Energy – 2

Mental Power – 1

After seeing the information, Aryan realizes that the goblin's strength is four times greater than his own.

How will I ever defeat it? he thinks to himself.

Then he checks the goblin's mental power and understands that it lacks intelligence.

Within a short time, he digs a deep pit.

Inside it, he plants several sharp iron spears, ones he had found lying nearby.

Then he carefully covers the pit with a layer of grass and leaves-

an invisible gateway to death.

Once the trap is ready, Aryan shouts loudly-

"Hey, ugly monster! If you've got the guts, come and face me!"

His voice echoes through the forest.

The goblin beast growls, its blood-red eyes burning with rage, and with a thunderous roar, it charges straight toward Aryan.

With every step it takes, the ground trembles.

Any trees or bushes in its path are torn apart by its sharp claws.

Aryan runs at full speed, deliberately leading it toward the pit.

At the last moment, he grabs onto a flexible branch, swings himself upward, and leaps onto another tree.

Blinded by rage and lust for blood, the goblin doesn't notice a thing.

The very next step-

CRASH!!

A piercing scream echoes as the creature plunges into the pit, its body impaled by the iron spears.

Drops of blood splatter across the soil.

And the moment Aryan delivers the final strike to the terrifying creature, a last, agonizing scream escapes from its body.

At that very instant, the air begins to tremble.

A mysterious resonance spreads throughout the surroundings, and then-

Enemy Defeated.

Instant Level-Up Granted.

Suddenly, a white light surrounds Aryan completely.

When the light finally fades, Aryan feels his entire body change.

His eyes turn blue, his hair gains a faint reddish tint, and well-defined six-pack abs appear. His body becomes visibly more muscular and powerful.

Then the blue light appears once again.

At that moment, the blue light appeared before his eyes once again.

Strength – 10

Agility – 10

Energy – 10

Magical Power – 10

Reading Skill – 5

More and more information continues to appear.

Then another message echoes from the blue light:

Special Reward Acquired...

Special Reward Acquired...

A weapon materializes before Aryan-

a First-Tier weapon.

"First Tier? What does that mean?" Aryan mutters.

The blue light responds.

"In this world, levels from 1 to 10 are considered beginner levels. Most ordinary children between the ages of 10 and 15 fall within this range.

Above that comes the First Tier,

then the Second Tier,

followed by the Grand Tier,

then the Magical Tier,

and finally the Grand Magical Tier.

Beyond these, there are countless other levels."

Aryan clenches his fist.

"So that means... my level is even lower than the kids of this world."

Then, Aryan began moving forward on his journey.

But the questions lingered in his mind-

Will Aryan be able to grow stronger?

How will he face dangerous enemies while protecting his younger siblings?

To find out, continue the story of-

"Sorecerer of Sorcerers."

Welcome to our story.

So let us begin from the moment where the first chapter came to an end.

After defeating the goblin, Aryan and his two younger siblings crossed the forest together. Earlier, Aryan had hidden them safely among the distant bushes, far away from danger. As they finally emerged from the dense woods, a breathtaking sight unfolded before them-a city stood right in front of their eyes.

It was a city built entirely of stone. Massive stone houses stood proudly, and at the entrance was a gigantic gate guarded by soldiers dressed in military attire. Anyone who wished to enter the city had to show a mark on their hand. Those who already possessed the mark-or were willing to receive it-were allowed to pass through the gate.

Aryan and his siblings joined the line.

When Aryan's turn arrived, a guard asked him something. Aryan didn't know how, but he and his siblings could clearly understand the words. At that moment, the familiar blue light spoke inside his mind.

"You can understand their language because your own language has transformed into the language of this world."

"Oh... that makes sense," Aryan replied internally. "But what about my brother and sister?"

"Your power has been inherited by them as well. That is why they can understand this language too."

Aryan's attention shifted back to the guard, who repeated, "Show me your mark."

"I don't have one," Aryan replied honestly.

"Then do you wish to receive the mark and become a resident of our city?" the guard asked.

So this mark is basically a visa, Aryan thought.

That was when he learned from a nearby man that the city was called Swarajpur. Aryan nodded in agreement, and soon the mark was placed on his hand-and on the hands of his siblings as well.

As soon as they entered the city, all eyes turned toward them.

Since emerging from the white light, Aryan had changed dramatically. He had become strikingly handsome-almost unreal.

People whispered among themselves.

Can a human really be this beautiful?

"I wish he were my boyfriend," said a plump girl dreamily.

"Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?" another girl snapped. "Forget being his girlfriend-he wouldn't even glance at you."

"He would obviously want someone beautiful like me," a third girl said smugly.

Soon, a large crowd gathered around Aryan.

Seeing the commotion, the city commander arrived. Her name was Sana.

She was around twenty or twenty-one years old, graceful and beautiful, with a slender figure. She wore a soldier's uniform-but it was clearly superior to that of an ordinary soldier. A faint shade of red colored her hair. Her eyes were light brown, her nose sharp, and her lips soft like flower petals.

When Sana saw Aryan, she froze for a brief moment, unconsciously lost in his face. Quickly regaining her composure, she asked,

"Why have you gathered such a crowd?"

"They gathered on their own," Aryan replied calmly.

Sana immediately dispersed the crowd.

Then she looked at Aryan again and asked,

"By the way... are you new here?"

"Yes," Aryan said. "How did you know?"

"I've seen all kinds of people," Sana replied. "I can tell who's new and who isn't just by looking at their face."

"Oh," Aryan said simply.

"So, where are you headed?" Sana asked.

"I don't know," Aryan admitted. "I'm new to this city."

At that moment, his little sister-about eight or nine years old-tugged at his pants and gestured for him to bend down. She whispered into his ear,

"Brother, that big sister is really nice, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is," Aryan replied softly.

"Then marry her! The neighbor aunty said that if you wait too long, you won't find a bride."

Hearing her innocent words, Aryan smiled.

"That's not true," he said gently. "And even if I wanted to marry, there's no shortage of girls. You saw that earlier, didn't you?"

His sister placed her hand on her head thoughtfully.

"Okay, brother."

Aryan smiled again, completely melted by her cuteness.

Sana noticed the interaction and asked,

"Who are they?"

"They're my younger siblings," Aryan replied.

"They're very cute," Sana said with a smile.

"If you don't have any work, come with me," she added. "I'll help you find a job."

She motioned for him to follow, and Aryan walked behind her with his siblings. As they moved through the city, Aryan was astonished. Everyone used magic-whether it was a vegetable vendor or a wealthy businessman.

Soon, they stopped in front of a restaurant.

"You'll get a job here," Sana said and walked inside.

"This restaurant belongs to my Aunt Ria," she explained. "She's very old now and can't manage it on her own. She needs someone

to take care of it."

Inside, Sana spotted her aunt and immediately hugged her.

"My daughter! How are you?" Aunt Ria asked.

"I'm fine, Auntie," Sana replied.

"And look who I brought today," Sana said, pointing toward Aryan.

When Aunt Ria saw such a handsome young man following Sana, she instantly assumed he was Sana's boyfriend.

"So you got yourself a boyfriend and didn't even tell me!" she exclaimed. "Tell him to sit with me-I'll talk to him about your marriage."

She said all of that in one breath.

"Auntie, he's not my boyfriend!" Sana protested.

Aunt Ria's face drooped slightly.

"Oh... he isn't?"

"So what if he isn't?" she continued cheerfully. "He can become one. I don't think even royal princes would be as handsome as this boy."

"Auntie, I can't do this," Sana said, though a faint blush appeared on her face.

"I can tell from your blush whether you want it or not," Aunt Ria teased. "Don't worry, I'll talk to him."

"No, Auntie," Sana said quickly, stopping her.

Meanwhile, Aryan and his siblings approached them, amazed by the massive and magical restaurant.

This was no ordinary place. Demi-humans, yoginis, and vampires were calmly dining together.

Aryan bowed respectfully.

"Hello, Auntie."

"What are you doing?" Aunt Ria asked.

"This is how people greet each other in our city," Aryan replied.

"Oh," she said with interest. "So, do you want to work here?"

"Yes, Auntie," Aryan answered.

"Then you'll wake up at nine every morning, open the restaurant, command the magical stove to cook, and serve food to the tables," she said.

Aryan looked at the stove-it was cooking on its own.

"You don't need to worry about accommodation," Aunt Ria continued. "I have a room. You and your siblings can stay there. I'll provide food as well."

"And your salary will be two silver coins."

The blue light had already told Aryan that one silver coin was worth a thousand bronze coins-and that a family could survive comfortably on just a thousand.

Two thousand bronze coins, plus food and shelter, was more than enough.

"Thank you," Aryan said sincerely.

And so, Aryan began working there.

But what awaits him next?

How will Aryan survive in this new world?

To witness the rise of a magician among magicians-

Stay tuned. ✨

As we read earlier, Aryan started working at Aunt Riya's restaurant.

After one month, Aunt Riya realized that because of Aryan, the restaurant's sales had increased massively. In fact, the restaurant had earned more profit in just one month than it had in the entire previous year.

Because of Aryan, the number of girls visiting the restaurant increased so much that Aunt Riya had to start distributing tokens just to manage the order of customers. The situation became so extreme that people even started selling restaurant entry tickets on the black market.

Seeing the growing popularity of the restaurant, many other restaurant owners offered Aryan attractive deals to join them

Seeing the growing popularity of the restaurant, many other restaurant owners offered Aryan attractive deals to join them. However, Aryan refused all of them because he felt that leaving would be a betrayal to Aunt Riya.

Slowly, all the young men in the city began to feel jealous of Aryan. Unmarried girls had already started imagining Aryan as their future husband. Because of this jealousy, a few people even came to the restaurant intending to attack Aryan. But Aunt Riya scared them away by invoking the name of Sana, the city's commander.

Soon, rumors spread throughout the royal family that a boy even more handsome than the royal prince himself was working in a small restaurant.

Hearing this, Princess Babita decided to find out the truth herself. Disguised as a servant, she went to the restaurant.

As soon as she entered, she saw that the place was completely packed, and most of the customers were girls. Just then, a boy walked out, and everyone turned to look at him. Princess Babita's eyes also fell on him, and she found herself staring for a few moments.

"So the rumors were true... even our royal brothers look ordinary in front of him," she thought.

At that moment, Aryan came to her table and asked politely,

"Miss, what would you like to have?"

"Oh-yes," Babita said, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Please bring me the best dish of this restaurant."

After some time, Aryan returned with a samosa.

Looking at the dish, Babita asked curiously,

"What is this?"

"This is one of our restaurant's best dishes-samosa," Aryan replied.

In fact, within just one month, Aryan had taught the magical stove several dishes from his own world, such as samosa, burgers, and pizza.

When Princess Babita tasted the samosa, her eyes lit up.

"Wow! This is amazing!" she exclaimed and immediately tried to give Aryan her diamond ring as a reward.

"No, miss. There's no need for that," Aryan said firmly, refusing to take it.

Just then, Aunt Riya approached Aryan and said,

"Son, you've been selected for the Magician's Hall. Now you can learn magic like everyone else. I'm sure you'll do great there."

"Thank you, Aunt," Aryan said as he opened the letter. After reading it, his happiness knew no bounds.

He ran straight to Sana, who was working in her office, and suddenly hugged her.

"Sana! I got selected... I got selected!" Aryan said excitedly.

"First, take a deep breath and calm down," Sana said with a smile.

"Now tell me, what happened?"

"I got selected for the Magician's Hall!"

"Really?" Sana exclaimed happily and hugged him back.

Suddenly, both of them realized their position and quickly stepped apart, feeling awkward.

Over the past month, Sana and Aryan had become very close friends. Deep down, Sana had started liking Aryan, but she was afraid to confess. She feared that Aryan might feel uncomfortable and that their friendship would break.

The Magician's Hall was a place where magicians were trained and assigned missions based on their levels. No one could enter it freely. Everyone had to pass an entrance exam consisting of five rounds, out of which at least three rounds were mandatory to pass.

Everyone had to pass an entrance exam consisting of five rounds, out of which at least three rounds were mandatory to pass

Only those under the age of thirty and who had reached at least the Second Tier level were eligible.

But Aryan had already reached the Grand Tier level by defeating several goblins, a rampaging demi-human, and a baby Crabster within just one month.

After that, Aryan went to pick up his younger siblings from their primary magic school and returned with them to the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Princess Babita sat in her palace chamber, blushing as she thought about Aryan.

"When will I meet him again?" she wondered.

Suddenly, she stood up.

"Wait... he's going to the Magician's Hall. Then I'll go there too!"

She rushed to inform her father, Maharaj Surya, the ruler of the city.

At that moment, the Maharaj was in his chamber with his first wife, Queen Ravina-Babita's mother.

In reality, Maharaj Surya had married Ravina when he was still a prince and never wanted to marry again. However, royal tradition demanded that a king must have at least four or five wives; otherwise, he would be deemed unfit to rule.

Forced by tradition, he married five times and had two children from each queen. Still, he spent most of his time with Ravina, which made the other queens secretly jealous, though they could do nothing except praise her openly.

Just then, Princess Babita burst into the chamber.

"Father... Father..." she said, panting.

"Slow down," the Maharaj said calmly.

"What's the hurry?"

Catching her breath, Babita said,

"I want to go to the Magician's Hall."

Both the Maharaj and the Queen were shocked. Babita had never shown any interest in magic before and had previously refused to go.

"Why the sudden change? You were the one who rejected it earlier," the Maharaj said.

"That was before. I want to go now," Babita replied firmly.

"But the royal family only gets ten seats at the Magician's Hall every year. Since you refused earlier, we gave your seat to someone else," the Maharaj explained.

"How could you give my seat to someone else?" Babita protested.

"I want my seat back!"

In truth, although the Magician's Hall belonged under royal territory, the royal family had no authority over its decisions.

When the Magician's Hall was established, an agreement was made between the royal family and the Great Grand Magician Alhara. According to it, the royal family would never interfere in the Hall's decisions, and in return, the Hall would grant them ten seats every year.

Alhara was one of the most powerful magicians in the country, famous across the land. People believed he possessed a unique blessing from nature that allowed him to live far longer than ordinary humans. Even now, Alhara was said to be nearly a thousand years old.

Finally, the Maharaj sighed and said, "Alright, I'll get your seat back

Finally, the Maharaj sighed and said,

"Alright, I'll get your seat back. Just don't be angry."

Babita smiled brightly.

"Thank you, Father."

The Maharaj then summoned the ten candidates selected for the Magician's Hall. Among them, he called Samira-the weakest among them.

"You already know you're not good at magic," the Maharaj said gently.

"You're not even qualified for the entrance exam. This seat would be wasted on you. Why not give it to Babita instead?"

Though Samira smiled and handed over her entrance token, deep inside she felt burning jealousy.

And so, the day finally arrived when the new session of the Magician's Hall began.

What will happen next?

Will Princess Babita trap Aryan in her web of love?

Will Aryan truly become a magician?

To find out, keep reading - Jadugaro ka Jadugar