Ruler Of Beast Multiverse Chapter 3: Settlement With Yamraj

When dawn arrived, suddenly, Yamraj shouted from outside, "Found it! Found it! I’ve found the solution!"

"What did you find, my Lord?" Chitragupta asked.

Yamraj did not reply. Instead, he hurried toward the grand chamber he had assigned to Arahan.

When he entered, he froze.

His precious celestial maidens were asleep, resting peacefully in Arahan’s arms, their garnts scattered carelessly around them.

On his own bed, he saw the many golden blood were scattered. Seeing this, Yamraj felt a sting of pain in his heart.

He had kept these celestial maidens for dance and entertainnt, planning to personally enjoy their company on a special occasion.

But now, in the process of appeasing this human, their untouched innocence had already been claid. The Celestial Maidens’ ripe fruit were savoured by this human.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the matter. This was not the priority. He turned his gaze toward Arahan.

"Human... After great difficulty, I have found a way."

"Speak, Maharaj! Tell quickly," Arahan replied eagerly.

"The solution is this: Connected to Earth are many parallel worlds. And in every parallel world, there exists a version of you, sa na, sa face, but living a different life."

"The mont you enter that body, your soul will rge with his soul. Because in essence... you are both one."

"Now tell , do you agree? If yes, I will send you."

"What’s there to think about?" Arahan said imdiately. "I just need a body to live."

"Very well."

Yamraj stood up and led Arahan into another grand chamber.

Inside was a massive glowing screen. Yamraj activated it. On the screen appeared another man.

Sa face as Arahan. But dressed like royalty. Surrounded by guards.

A palace setting.

"Human," Yamraj said, "This is a king from a tribal empire in China. If you wish, I can send you into his body."

"Wait," Arahan replied quickly. "First, I want to test this body."

"Very well. As you wish."

Yamraj smirked slightly, and suddenly pushed Arahan forward.

In the next instant, Arahan entered the body of the Chinese king.

His vision cleared. He found himself standing in a royal courtyard.

Soldiers were practicing swordsmanship around him.

The weight of royal robes rested on his shoulders.

Then, a bell rang. A royal maid approached respectfully.

"My King... Lady Queen summoned you."

The maid led him toward what looked like a royal pond.

Four beautiful attendants arrived and stepped into the water with him, they removed their dresses and stayed in their undergarnts..

Arahan felt excited.

He thought, I have already enjoyed in Yamlok, and again here, I going to enjoyed the Celestial Maidens, I am going to fuck this beautiful maids.

But no matter how much he tried to get closer to them, he felt nothing.

No reaction. No response. He looked at his downside, and realized quickly, "This king... is impotent."

"Raja Prabhu! Pull up right now!" Arahan shouted angrily.

In the next mont, Yamraj pulled him back out.

As soon as he returned, Arahan glared at Yamraj.

"You dropped into the cricket field... but where’s the bat? Is your father going to provide it?"

"So many balls were coming my way!"

Chitragupta walked closer and asked curiously,

"What was wrong with that king? His body looked strong and perfectly fit."

Arahan replied bluntly, "But he was missing the most important equipnt. How was anything supposed to happen?"

"What?"

"Even if everything is ready... without the main tool, the job can’t be done."

Chitragupta blinked.

"Wait, child. In another parallel world, you were born in Africa. You can try that body too."

Arahan smirked. "I love Africans."

And he went in.

This ti, he found himself wearing a military-style uniform inside a tent.

Around him were explosives and weapons.

Four won were giving him a body massage. This ti, at least he wasn’t impotent.

But suddenly, gunshots echoed outside. The won panicked and began running.

"What happened?" Arahan asked.

"Military coming!" one of them replied.

"Why?"

"You’re a terrorist!"

"What?!" Arahan shouted.

Before anything else could happen, Yamraj pulled him back up again.

Arahan glared furiously, "This ti you made a terrorist?!"

"It’s alright, child. Try one more," Yamraj said calmly.

"No more trials," Arahan snapped. "Just make sure this one has proper equipnt... and tell his full story."

"Very well," Yamraj said.

He activated another screen.

"This... is a boy from a small village in India."

"His na... is Arahan."

After hearing the entire story of this new Arahan’s life, he finally spoke.

"Fine. I’ll go. But you wasted my ti and destroyed my perfectly good life. Who is going to compensate for that?" Arahan demanded.

"I will compensate you, child. I will," Yamraj replied. "But rember, I only have authority over death."

"Then don’t take my death at all," Arahan shot back imdiately. "What is even the point of dying? Just let live."

"That is not possible, child. It is against the rules," Yamraj said firmly.

"Oh, now you’re explaining rules to ?" Arahan snapped. "Where were those rules when you killed before my ti?"

Chitragupta leaned toward Yamraj and whispered, "My Lord, give him a few guarantees of life and end this trouble. That would be in our best interest."

Yamraj nodded slowly and looked at Arahan.

"Child, I can grant you protection from one death. After you die once, nothing will happen to you."

"One death?" Arahan frowned. "What will I even do with one? If I fall from a roof once, my limit will be over. If so speeding car crashes into , my limit will be over."

"At least give freedom from a hundred deaths. And the body has no diseases. If my hands or legs break or get cut, they must heal completely. And if I wish, even the illness of soone I touch should be cured."

"No, child. That is not possible," Yamraj replied. "I can give you three deaths and protection from diseases."

"No, no, no. If not a hundred, then at least fifty. And full recovery from illness is a must. Broken or cut limbs must heal. And fine, if I can’t heal others, at least give the strength of ten n."

"I cannot grant strength," Yamraj said firmly. "I can give you five deaths, immunity from diseases, and recovery from broken limbs."

"No, no, no."

After so more intense bargaining, Yamraj finally agreed.

"Ten deaths," he declared. "A disease-free body. Broken limbs will heal completely. And if any severed limb is brought back and attached in ti, it will restore itself perfectly."

Arahan didn’t accept imdiately. He demanded a written confirmation.

The agreent was formally recorded and signed in the Death and Life Book itself.

Arahan stepped forward and placed his signature.

Yamraj signed next.

The mont the ink settled on the page, a divine seal appeared over the agreent.

And once sealed in the Death and Life Book, no god, no deity, of Swarglok could alter it.

Yamraj then spoke again, this ti his tone was serious, "There is one condition."

Arahan frowned. "What condition?"

"Once you enter the new body and accept this compensation... you will forget everything."

"Your previous life... your death... Yamlok... ... Chitragupta... everything."

Arahan went silent, "If you carry the mory of the divine realm, it will disturb the balance of the worlds. The rules must remain unseen."

Chitragupta added calmly, "You will live as that person completely. No mory of this agreent. No knowledge of your forr self."

Arahan clenched his fist, "So I’ll just... forget all this?"

"Yes," Yamraj replied. "The protection will remain. The agreent will remain. But the mories will not."

There was a long pause. Then Arahan took a slow breath and said firmly, "Fine. I just need to live."

Yamraj nodded, "So be it."

The screen in front of them began to glow. The image of the small Indian village boy appeared again.

"This... is your next life."

As Arahan stepped forward, the chamber flooded with divine light, and his mories began to fade, the palace, the celestial maidens, the bargain, Yamraj... everything dissolving into nothingness.

And in the very next instant, he was gone.