Genesis Maker: The Indian Marvel (Rewrite)

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- Princeton, New Jersey, USA -

- January 4, 1936 -

The car moved smoothly through the dimly lit streets, the gentle hum of the engine the only sound filling the space. Aryan leaned back against the leather seat, his fingers tapping idly on the armrest as he stared out at the passing lights.

Then, a soft chime echoed in his mind.

| Ding |

His vision flickered for a moment, and a familiar translucent panel materialized before him.

| Achievement Unlocked: Prodigy of Three Fields |

| Reward: +100 Meta Points |

| Current MP: 147.8 |

Aryan exhaled through his nose, a small, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. He had expected a reward, but this was more than generous. With his dungeon runs, he had already accumulated 47.8 MP, and now, he was just short of 150 MP.

That meant one thing.

His next advancement was within reach, he had some skills in mind to create and these points will help in him doing just that.

Closing the notification, he pulled up his Status Panel once more, scanning his current abilities.

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/ Status Panel /

Name: Aryan Rajvanshi

Age: 15

Race: Human (Mutant)

Power level: Tier-2 (Peak)

Abilities:

- Meta-Creation (System Ability)

- Energy Absorption and Redistribution (Omega-Level X-Gene)

Skills:

- Enhanced Physique – IV

- Enhanced Mind – IV

- Enhanced Durability – IV

- Energy Control – IV

- Energy Sense – IV

- Martial Arts (Kalaripayattu) – Intermediate – II

Custom abilities: None

Meta Points (MP): 147.8

Dungeon features:

- Dungeon Creation

- Enter/Exit Dungeon

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His growth was steady, but he needed more.

At Tier-2, he could feel the ceiling looming over him. The Hobgoblins had pushed him hard in the last dungeon dive. If he wanted to take on stronger enemies—more complex dungeons—he had to elevate his power.

And to do that, he needed 150 MP.

Only a little more.

Aryan stepped into his apartment, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. The room was dimly lit, the glow from the streetlights outside casting long shadows along the walls. His eyes landed on the small stack of letters neatly placed on the desk—likely left there by Raghav.

He shrugged off his coat, rolling his shoulders as he moved toward the desk. Picking up the first envelope, he recognized the distinct seal of the University of Berlin. The next bore the crest of Sorbonne. And then, his fingers brushed against a more familiar name—Oxford University.

His brows furrowed slightly as he turned the envelope in his hands. The paper was thicker, the insignia embossed with deliberate precision. As he opened it and scanned the contents, a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

So, they've started watching me closely.

Dr. C.V. Raman had likely sent recommendations on his behalf, genuinely believing in Aryan's intellect. But the British? They didn't extend invitations without purpose. This wasn't just an acknowledgment of his academic brilliance—it was a sign that he was officially on their radar. They were watching, analyzing, and probably already making plans.

But he wasn't worried. If anything, this only opened more doors for him. Let them scheme. He was ready to meet them head-on.

Tossing the letters onto the desk, he moved to the dining table. Lunch had already been set aside for him—Raghav was nothing if not thorough. He ate quickly, his mind already turning over tonight's plan.

By the time dinner rolled around, he was focused. He needed those last few points, and the best way to earn them was through the dungeon. With his power steadily growing, sleep had become a lesser necessity. His body functioned efficiently, his energy reserves deeper than before.

As midnight passed, he remained in the dungeon, cutting down creatures with ruthless precision. His control over energy had refined, his strikes sharper, his reactions near-instantaneous. The stronger enemies pushed him, but they weren't enough to stop him.

When he finally emerged in the early hours of the morning, the city was silent. The world outside was still asleep.

He checked his status panel one last time before heading to bed.

| Current MP: 152 |

A deep breath. A satisfied nod.

Tomorrow morning, he would create new skills. Maybe even his first custom ability.

He was ready.

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- January 5, 1936 -

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as Aryan finished his breakfast, the aroma of spiced tea still lingering in the air. He pushed his chair back, stretched slightly, and made his way to his room, shutting the door behind him. It was time.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, he pulled up the System interface in his mind.

"System, create a Dark Magic skill set focused on shadows and illusions."

| Skill Creation: Dark Magic (Shadow & Illusion Focus) |

| Cost: 100 MP |

| Confirm? [Yes] [No] |

Aryan didn't hesitate.

"Yes."

A pulse of energy ran through him, sinking into his very being. A flood of knowledge surged into his mind—how to manipulate shadows, obscure himself from sight, weave illusions that could deceive the senses. It wasn't just theoretical; his body already knew the motions, his instincts adapting as if he had trained in them for years.

He exhaled slowly, letting the new power settle within him. But he wasn't done yet.

"System, what's the cost of creating a Shadow Clone ability?"

| Custom Ability: Shadow Clone Jutsu |

| Cost: 150 MP |

He clicked his tongue in mild disappointment. That was all his current balance—and more. He had hoped it would be cheaper, but he also knew how invaluable it would be. Clones would multiply his efforts in training, dungeon farming, infiltration—practically everything.

"I'll get it soon," he muttered. Tier-3 was close, and with it, more MP.

For now, he had a clear goal: the Goblin King.

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January 12, 1936

The next few days were spent inside the dungeon, pushing himself harder than ever. His newly acquired Dark Magic made clearing enemies smoother, blending his attacks with deception and misdirection. Enhanced Physique let him endure, while Energy Absorption fueled his stamina.

Then, the final battle came.

The Goblin King was a hulking beast, towering over his smaller kin. Its raw power was undeniable, but Aryan was faster, sharper. He weaved between its strikes, illusions throwing it off balance, shadow constructs pinning it down. And when the moment came, he unleashed a devastating final blow—energy surged through his fist as he struck, shattering the monster's defenses.

| Ding! |

| Tier Advancement Achieved: Tier-3 |

| Reward: +100 MP |

| Current MP: 152 |

Aryan smirked.

"System, create Shadow Clone Jutsu."

The familiar wave of knowledge settled into him, his mind instinctively grasping the process. He didn't even need to test it—he knew it would work.

A clone appeared beside him in an instant, a perfect replica. It grinned back at him.

However, just one clone was his limit for now with his energy reserves and control. The clone could hold upto 3-4 hours and could use all his skills and abilities so it made the clone much more durable. This, was enough for now, step by step he was getting stronger.

Aryan exhaled, letting the rush of power settle within him. He could feel the difference—the sheer increase in his capabilities was undeniable. Without wasting another moment, he called out:

"Status."

A familiar translucent panel materialized before him.

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/ Status Panel /

Name: Aryan Rajvanshi

Age: 15

Race: Human (Mutant)

Power Level: Tier-3 (Bottom)

Abilities:

• Meta-Creation (System Ability)

• Energy Absorption and Redistribution (Omega-Level X-Gene)

Skills:

• Enhanced Physique – VI

• Enhanced Mind – VI

• Enhanced Durability – VI

• Energy Control – VII

• Energy Sense – VII

• Martial Arts (Kalaripayattu) – Intermediate – III

• Dark Magic (Shadows & Illusion Focus) – Intermediate – II

Custom Abilities:

• Shadow Clone Jutsu

Meta Points (MP): 2

Dungeon Features:

• Dungeon Creation

• Enter/Exit Dungeon

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Aryan studied the panel, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. Every aspect of his body and mind had undergone significant upgrades. His strength, speed, and endurance were now beyond human limits, and his energy manipulation had taken a leap forward. The addition of Dark Magic and Shadow Clones only made him more versatile.

The MP balance was nearly empty after the recent purchases, but that didn't concern him. With his new tier, stronger dungeons awaited—along with greater rewards.

He clenched his fists, feeling the power coursing through him.

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