That Time I Got Reincarnated With Gacha System In Mahabharata

[Third Person's POV]

"I'm telling you, this is madness~" One noble whispered to his companion, darting a wary glance around to ensure none overheard him. "He's planning to face an entire army alone! He'll get us all killed with this reckless confidence."

His companion, a more seasoned noble with sharp, calculating eyes, narrowed his gaze. "Madness? Perhaps. But have you not seen his parshu (Axe) he used to behead that wretched Ashvakra just a few hours ago? He is no ordinary prince, my friend. He has a strength that defies understanding." The older noble's voice dropped lower, a mix of awe and fear. "If he says he can take on Ernesh's forces, I, for one, am inclined to believe him."

The younger noble shivered, remembering the brutal, swift justice Aditya had delivered just hours ago. Ashvakra's fate had been a grisly reminder of what awaited traitors. But even so, an entire army was different—Lord Ernesh was no fool, and his forces had been carefully built over the years.

"But what if he fails?" The younger noble's voice was barely a whisper. "What if Ernesh's forces are too much, even for him? What if we are left leaderless, facing the wrath of a conquering lord?"

The older noble's expression hardened. "If that is the case, then there will be no place left for cowards or doubters. We chose to stand by him, and we must trust in his power."

"Anyway, let's see for ourselves from the palace wall." He added as he started walking toward the stairs that led to the ramparts. The younger noble hesitated briefly but followed, his curiosity and unease battling within him. He couldn't deny that a part of him wanted to see if Aditya truly was as powerful as he claimed.

The scene he saw made his blood run cold.

A whole army standing a few feet away from a single young man with a Parshu in hand which glowed with a frost aura shimmering as if eager to unleash its icy wrath. The prince, Aditya, stood alone at the threshold of the kingdom, his figure calm yet radiating an unearthly power that seemed to chill the very air around him. His gaze fixed unwaveringly on the assembled forces of Lord Ernesh, an entire army poised to march forward, their weapons gleaming in the fading light of sunset.

The nobles watching from the palace wall exchanged uneasy glances, their doubts now laced with fear and a hint of admiration. This was not the image of a desperate, reckless prince; this was a vision of power incarnate, a man who seemed to command nature itself.

Draupadi stood at the edge of the palace courtyard, her hands clasped together tightly, her eyes gleaming with something far beyond concern. Her expression was one of fierce devotion, bordering on an obsession that made her every breath synchronize with Aditya's movements. She watched him with an intense, predatory affection that was both unsettling and deeply possessive.

"Well, I just wanted to hear you call me 'that' in person, Lord Ernesh~" Prince Aditya said casually as he rested his Parshu on his shoulder.

Lord Ernesh's forces seemed to hesitate, taken aback by Aditya's unwavering confidence. The prince's stance was calm, as if he were facing not an entire army but a minor inconvenience. He gazed at Ernesh, his eyes gleaming with something predatory—something that promised no mercy. The men at the front shifted uneasily, whispers rippling through their ranks as they took in the figure standing alone against them.

Lord Ernesh, astride a massive warhorse, narrowed his eyes at the prince. He hadn't expected Aditya to confront him alone, let alone with such a casual demeanor. His grip tightened on the reins as he scoffed, masking his uncertainty. "Prince Aditya," he sneered, his voice carrying over his army. "You may have frightened the nobles with your theatrics, but here, your parlor tricks won't save you. You are alone, outmatched, and outnumbered."

Aditya let out a low chuckle, his lips curling into a smile that was anything but amused. "Alone?" His voice was calm, yet it held an edge sharper than any blade. He rested his Parshu against his shoulder, letting the frost aura hum with barely contained power. "You think me alone, Ernesh? Then why don't you send all your men and find out for yourself?" His voice dripped with challenge, his words resonating with a quiet, almost taunting confidence that caused an uneasy ripple through Ernesh's ranks.

Lord Ernesh scowled, his expression darkening as he raised his sword, signaling his troops to prepare for the charge. "Very well, prince. If you wish to meet your end with such arrogance, I will gladly oblige!" With a swift motion, he ordered his frontline soldiers to advance, their footsteps thundering as they surged forward.

Aditya stood unfazed, his gaze steady as he watched the wall of soldiers close in. He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar surge of power coursing through him. The ground beneath his feet seemed to respond, a faint tremor rippling outward as his Parshu's frost aura intensified, forming a thin, icy mist that began to spread.

At the palace wall, nobles and guards looked on in awe, holding their breath as they watched the prince standing alone against an advancing army. Some whispered prayers, while others simply watched in silent anticipation, caught between fear and hope.

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[Aditya's POV]

This is ridiculous~

I'm going to kill so many the first time but it feels like nothing...

Standing at the forefront of the army, I took in the sight before me: thousands of soldiers advancing, their faces hardened with resolve and, in some cases, tinged with fear. They were likely wondering the same thing: Could one man truly defy an army?

A smirk tugged at my lips as the icy mist began to spread around me, creeping forward like a shadow in the dawn light. The frost on Leviathan Axe extended across the ground, causing small crystals of ice to form, glinting ominously in the dimming sun. The air grew colder, each breath leaving a visible plume. Yet, despite the mounting tension, I felt a strange calm—a sense of inevitable victory.

The thought of facing an entire army alone might have seemed suicidal to anyone else, but to me, it felt like a mere inconvenience. A smirk formed as I lifted the Leviathan Axe, its frost-covered edge gleaming, promising swift retribution.

"Come then," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper but somehow carrying across the field. My words held power, a promise, echoing through the ranks. "Let's see if you have what it takes to stand against me."

The first line of soldiers drew nearer, and as they did, the frost aura from my axe surged forward, coating the ground around me with a thick layer of ice. The temperature dropped, and the closest men began to shiver despite their armour. Some hesitated, looking to their comrades for reassurance, but there was none to be found in their faces. Fear, I realized, was seeping through their ranks—fear of the unknown, of facing something that defied logic.

"Ivaldi's Anvil!"

With a sharp cry, I leapt into the air, feeling the familiar, potent weight of the Leviathan Axe pulling me skyward. The whole world seemed to pause, holding its breath as the blade gleamed like winter's edge, and the frost aura around me intensified, coalescing into a whirling storm of snow and ice. I turned the axe upside-down, the runes along its edge pulsating with power, ready to unleash their frigid wrath.

In the moment suspended midair, I saw the panic etched on the soldiers' faces below me, the dawning realization that they were about to face something far beyond their understanding. Then I drove the axe downward with all my strength, crashing it into the frozen ground with a force that shook the earth.

An explosion of frost erupted from the impact, a freezing shockwave bursting forth in all directions. The icy blast surged outward like an unstoppable tide, instantly freezing the soldiers closest to me, their armor encased in a brittle layer of ice. Those further away staggered back, their faces twisted in horror as they watched their comrades immobilized, trapped in glacial prison. Shards of ice shot out in every direction, piercing through the gaps in armor, slicing through flesh, and spreading an agonizing cold that numbed even the strongest resolve.

The ground itself transformed into a frost-laden battlefield, the shimmering mist thickening, swallowing soldiers whole as they stumbled forward, slipping on the icy terrain. Many fell, unable to keep their footing on the frozen ground, and the closer they got to me, the colder it became. Each step forward was a struggle, their breaths coming in ragged, frosty clouds.

"Is this all?" I taunted, my voice cutting through the chilling silence like a blade, almost bored as I watched them falter.

A second line of soldiers advanced, rallying under Lord Ernesh's furious commands. They pushed through the trembling fear that had already seeded itself in their hearts, forced forward by sheer numbers and desperation. But they were no match for the Leviathan Axe and its wrathful, winter-bound fury.

Draupadi's gaze from the courtyard was sharp, almost feverish, her lips parting as she watched me wreak havoc upon those who dared to threaten me. Her devotion, her love, I could feel it like a flame at my back, urging me forward, pushing me to show them all just how powerful I had become.

With a confident smirk, I yanked the Leviathan Axe back, feeling the satisfying weight as it tore through the air and rejoined my grasp.

It's show time~

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[To Be Continue]

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