From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 225 The Path of Asura, and the Evil Ghosts Too

Just as the man's knife was about to strike, just as Jiali had given up struggling and was ready to accept his "fate," a peculiar voice suddenly entered his ears.

“I feel boundless anger and resentment, and I sense intense unwillingness and bitterness. Indra will never care about you, but I can!”

"Angry one, will you accept my power? This power can help you take revenge, can unleash your desires, and can also ensure that you—never be reborn!"

Jiali opened his eyes and saw the "person" in front of him.

This is not a human, but a monster, a peculiar monster with a ferocious head and many hands. His eyes seem to be burning with raging flames, trying to ignite Jerry's anger, or perhaps leading him astray!
"Who...who are you?" Jerry was dumbfounded. His knowledge was insufficient to explain the monster before him, and he could only ask a question in confusion.

"Who am I? Hahahaha!" Upon hearing his words, the enormous monster before him laughed loudly, "I am Asura King [Zhangyue], the mortal enemy of the Heavenly Emperor Indra, a deity from the earthly realm!"

"I sensed your dissatisfaction with them, I sensed the boundless resentment in your heart. This anger enabled you to become an Asura capable of destroying everything!"

"Then, will you accept my power? Human? Accept the power of Asura, and become the Asura who destroys everything!"

Upon hearing this, Jiali asked somewhat blankly, "If I accept your power, can I take revenge?"

"Not only can you seek revenge, you can take your revenge on anyone you want. We are the gods of hell, and on earth you can choose to destroy everything! Who told them they are the creations of the gods!"

Jerry hesitated, because what he saw before him seemed to be telling him that the gods were real.

If he agrees to the other party's request, will his ascetic practices also be in vain?

He can no longer be reborn as a Brahmin, so what is the point of his ascetic practices? Hasn't he lived this life in vain?
That's what he thought, of course, but once he thought that, his past, everything about him, and his present began to flood his mind...

As a child, he studied hard, but because his grades were too good, he was deprived of his right to go to school. His whole family was beaten and lost their source of income, leaving them no choice but to move to Kolkata.

In his youth, he married and had children, but because he didn't have the money to provide his wife with proper nutrition, four of their seven children died young.

In middle age, his father dies, he tries to avenge his father but fails, and returns to find his entire family slaughtered, leaving only himself...

For a Dalit, this is not even considered a tragic thing, because they have many tragic things to do, and this is not even one of them!

But for a "person", there is nothing more tragic than this.

Jari didn't not want to cry, but he couldn't. He had run out of tears decades ago, just like every Dalit. They had no emotions because they were not worthy of showing them.

In the presence of the high caste, even a frown is a capital offense.

Someone was simply taller than a Brahmin, and he was dragged out and beaten to death!

The caste system told him that this was reality, that this was how Dalits were supposed to be, that this was how they would live their lives, and that as long as they lived until death, they could be reincarnated and become Brahmins, thus achieving their liberation.

But what he had learned told him that this was nothing but a lie by the rulers, a lie fabricated by the ruling class to force them into submission.

"So it wasn't a lie after all, but that we're unworthy?" Jiali murmured. "Fine, what good is reincarnation anyway? Can the sins of my father and my family ever be atoned for? Or are the Brahmins in the heavens the same?"

Upon hearing this, the Asura King suddenly burst into laughter, pointing at him, "Hahahaha! You truly are a born Asura! You can even understand the resentment of the heavens! Yes, the gods are Brahmins, but we are different from you. Although we Asuras live on earth, we can fight our way up to the heavens and kill those Brahmins!"

Even the Heavenly Emperor must die!

"Death cannot make them repent, but it can instill fear in them! This is the meaning of our Asura race's existence!"

Upon hearing this, Jerry turned around, looked at the terrifying ghost, and nodded slightly. "If that's really the case, then... I accept it!"

The anger and resentment buried for decades in his eyes finally erupted into a raging fire that consumed him completely. "I want power! I want revenge! I want to know if, with power, they will still dare to call me a lowly commoner!" "Very good!" King Asura nodded in satisfaction. "Now, in this era, in this time! You will become an Asura, you will transform into the most terrifying Asura in the world, and unleash your flames of rage upon everyone!"

"Burn, the buried resentment and anger! Rise, the indomitable spirit born of eternal oppression!"

The image disappeared, Asura King vanished, and the person before him had just brought down his sword.

To outsiders, what just happened took less than a second; the knife came straight down on Jerry's neck, ready to finish him off.

But something unexpected happened!

Suddenly, Dalit was engulfed in a raging flame. The terrifying flame, carrying immense heat, forced the two men back!

"What... what's going on?" one person asked in surprise.

Another person was so frightened that he even knelt down, crying out, "O Vishnu, I am so devout, and I have even offered sacrifices in your temple, please do not forget me!"

In a country with such a strong religious atmosphere, it's not surprising that this could be thought of.

But to their surprise, a terrifying howl emanated from within the flames: "Ah... Ah!"

That was a scream, the lowest sound a person can make in extreme pain, a sound that everyone felt was wrong, yet no one could leave.

The sound of this voice suddenly filled the two murderers with fear. "Shall we leave? It's just a corpse. We can kill anyone we find, and sell the rest!"

One person said this, and another nodded, wanting to leave, but was stopped by a flame.

The flames that had just burned had disappeared, but new flames appeared above the man's head.

Those were the flames ignited by resentment and anger, and also the source of his power.

Jiali could feel the power of Asura spreading through his body; that ferocious, cruel power seemed to represent his current state of mind.

Flames burned on his body; they were karmic fires, flames of sin. Those burdened by karma would be set ablaze by these karmic fires!
Asuras are a race that can utilize karmic fire. They resemble evil spirits, have bodies as tough as rocks, and possess power far exceeding that of mortals, comparable to that of gods!
Even though Jari didn't have that much power, he was no different from a superhuman. He stretched out his hands, grabbed the necks of the two people, and lifted them up.

With flames burning above his head and a ferocious expression, he was no different from a demon!
"Now, try calling someone a lowly person again! Now, who do you think deserves to die!"

"We deserve to die, we deserve to die!" The two men knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, and shouted, "We shouldn't have killed your family, we shouldn't have come to kill you like this!"

One of them even pointed directly at his teammate, saying, "It's all Battier's fault! He's the one who told us where your house is, and he's the one who came to kill you! Don't kill me! I was wrong, I was just following someone's orders!"

Hearing his teammate's words, the man named Battelle was stunned. He knew the other party would sell him out, but he didn't know that the other party would sell him out so quickly, so decisively, and so without hesitation!
"You!" he shouted, pointing at the other person. "It wasn't me, it was him! He was the one who suggested killing people and selling their bodies! I just randomly pointed to two people!"

Looking at the two men's disgraceful behavior and their complete lack of mention of the so-called "caste," the "system" that had been rooted in Jary's heart by the sect suddenly collapsed.

It turns out that these people are just ordinary people in the face of true power. He thought that even if he became so strong, they would still look down on him because he was a lowly commoner!
So, what truly makes the lowest of the low—is it status? Or is it power?

Dalit, who had attended school, fell into thought.

His deep contemplation, however, plunged the two murderers in front of him into even greater panic!

PS: Identity and caste systems are most vulnerable to the power that transcends class, and the extraordinary is that power!

India's transformation has only just begun!
(End of this chapter)