[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable":3,"chapter-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-90":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Mahabharat: Shiva's Last Variable",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1856985,2464,"Chapter 90 - 88: Hatred Towards Vishnu... Seeking Strength...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-90",90,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I hope you put more comments and power stones... Which will encourage me...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was thinking about adding local deities too to the story. Any thought about This idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patala Lokh...1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small household carried no signs of wealth or servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two people lived there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They small boy. And his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy had never known his father personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only stories. Stories repeated since childhood. Stories filled with pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hatred towards the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He was feared,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother said softly while speaking of him once again, the same way she often did during meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The gods feared your father’s strength.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy remained silent while eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he listened to every word carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your father,\" she continued, \"received a boon from Lord Shiva himself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, even now, pride flickered through her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He commanded waters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone lowered almost reverently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rivers. Oceans. Storm tides. No being who ruled over such domains could refuse his authority.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s grip tightened slightly around his meal bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the part that always followed. The bitterness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the gods feared him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice hardened faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So they used deception. They could not defeat him fairly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And in the end...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes dimmed light had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...he was slain by thatMayavi1Vishnu.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name itself felt heavy inside the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young rakshasa lowered his gaze slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father’s name had been—Jalakeshi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rakshasa Lord of Drowned Storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior blessed by Shiva and feared across sections ofPatala1itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And according to every story he had ever heard—The gods had cheated to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hatred burned fiercely inside the boy each time he remembered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially toward Vishnu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the gods of the upper realms. Toward everything they represented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes the rage inside him grew so strong he imagined tearing apart the heavens themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never showed it openly. Not before his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had already suffered enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instead, he quietly continued eating while listening to her speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm on the outside. A storm underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere deep within Patala’s ancient darkness—That hatred was slowly growing teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young rakshasa’s name wasVarunesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A name his mother had chosen in memory of the waters his father once commanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though still young, Varunesh already carried traces of something dangerous within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crimson eyes often lingered too long whenever stories of the gods were mentioned, and even among the children of Patala, his temper was known to flare faster than most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet outside of that—He was still a boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on that particular day,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and several other young rakshasas were playing through one of the dense glowing forests near the underground waterways not far from his home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forests of Patala were unlike mortal forests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive pale trees stretched upward toward cavern ceilings glittering with embedded gemstones, while strange luminous insects drifted through the dark like floating embers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rivers flowed silently nearby, their waters glowing faintly blue beneath the roots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh had just climbed down from a black stone ridge when voices nearby caught his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Older voices. Rakshasas. Travelers who had returned from theBhulokh1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small group of seasoned rakshasas was walking along the nearby forest path, carrying travel packs and weapons stained with dust from long journeys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had recently returned from Bhulok.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one particular name made Varunesh’s ears sharpen immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...the prince transformed into Narasimha itself...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh froze hearing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, he abandoned his friends completely and sprinted toward the older rakshasas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because there was one thing he could never ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything connected to Vishnu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The god he blamed for his father’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slid to a stop before the travelers, breathing slightly heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Huff! -Huff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you talking about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He demanded immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older rakshasas blinked in surprise before exchanging amused looks among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah! Curious about Bhulok stories, little one?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh didn’t answer that part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes remained fixed intensely on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rakshasas eventually shrugged and continued speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began explaining the recent war between Gandhara, Hastinapura, and Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Varunesh listened, his expression darkened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So they used two kingdoms against one king?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sneered mockingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That sounds cowardly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the older rakshasas immediately shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone turned more serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The armies mattered less than the prince himself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That caught Varunesh’s attention again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rakshasa continued describing what they had witnessed and heard spread through Bhulok.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How Devara tore through battlefield formations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How powerful rakshasas and generals fell before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How even Kamsa—feared by many rakshasas themselves—had gradually been overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the part that changed the atmosphere around the storytelling entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The transformation,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them muttered quietly in awe and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, recalling it seemed to unsettle him slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When he became Narasimha...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forest seemed quieter suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older rakshasa’s expression hardened unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He slaughtered soldiers before they could even react.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another added grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Some died before they even realized he had moved.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh listened without interrupting now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the image that stayed strongest in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He kicked Kamsa across the sky itself,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One traveler said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All the way back to Mathura.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And there,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another finished quietly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"he killed him before the entire city.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older rakshasas exchanged uneasy looks afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because even they, beings from Patala, had found the stories difficult to dismiss as mere exaggeration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh remained silent. Listening carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absorbing every detail. Especially the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mortal prince connected to Vishnu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connected to Narasimha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow—Without fully understanding why—Varunesh already felt something inside him reacting violently to that name alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fear. Not yet. Something darker in him wanted to tear him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hatred inherited before he was even old enough to understand it fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And deep within the glowing forests of Patala—The first threads of fate quietly began tightening between two peoples who had never met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Varunesh listened, the darker his expression became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older rakshasas continued speaking casually among themselves, but every new detail only fed the storm growing inside the young boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A newly established kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People gathering beneath Devara willingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prince being praised across Bhulok like some divine savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words tasted bitter inside Varunesh’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because when he compared it to his own life—The unfairness felt unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father had died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother had suffered ever since.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lived quietly in the corners of Patala while the gods who caused it continued existing above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now someone connected to Vishnu—Perhaps even Vishnu himself reborn in mortal form—Was living happily among admiration and praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hatred inside Varunesh tightened like a knot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His small hands clenched hard enough that his nails bit into his palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated it. Hated the stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hated the praise in the rakshasas’ voices when they spoke about Devara’s strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of all—He hated how powerless he felt hearing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, unable to contain it any longer, Varunesh looked directly at the older rakshasas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do I become stronger?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden seriousness in his voice caught their attention immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh continued without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do I become strong enough to defeat Devara?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rakshasas burst into loud laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One nearly slapped his own knee while laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another stared at the boy as though he had just declared war against the sky itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them wheezed between laughs. \"Defeathim?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another shook his head in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little one, do you even understand what you’re saying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh’s expression hardened further seeing their reactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the older rakshasas crouched slightly toward him, still grinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re talking about the prince who turned into Narasimha. The same one who kicked Kamsa across the sky. You’re barely old enough to lose a fight against your own friends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More laughter followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh’s jaw tightened hearing their mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated being laughed at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But eventually, one of the rakshasas stopped laughing first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the others, his expression became more thoughtful while looking at the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because beneath the childish declaration—He sensed something genuine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not arrogance. Hatred. Deep hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rakshasa slowly crossed his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you truly seek strength,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said at last,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"then understand this first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone lost all amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Power like that is not gained through anger alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others quieted slightly too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rakshasa continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bhagavan Shiva grants boons to those willing to destroy themselves pursuing them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Demons. Gods. Humans. It doesn’t matter. Anyone can seek power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed toward Varunesh directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But whether you survive the path to obtain it... That is different.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh listened intensely now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another older rakshasa spoke this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are places in Patala where ancient beings still train. Ruins. Cursed caverns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"War grounds abandoned after forgotten battles. But children who go there usually don’t return.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warning carried no exaggeration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet instead of fear—Varunesh felt excitement flicker through his hatred for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now the idea felt possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distant. Impossible perhaps. But possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One rakshasa noticed the dangerous look entering the boy’s eyes and frowned slightly as he warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should forget this nonsense, Hatred toward gods destroys people faster than any weapon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Varunesh barely heard him anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, only one image remained now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young prince standing above everyone else while the world praised him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere deep within the glowing forests of Patala—A wounded child quietly made his first true vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day—He would become strong enough to bring Devara down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laughter eventually faded, though traces of amusement still lingered across several of the older rakshasas’ faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one among them continued studying Varunesh carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy had not backed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most children would have shrunk after being mocked so openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh instead looked even more determined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone made the older rakshasa’s expression turn thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you truly seek power...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others glanced toward him curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thereisone path.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh’s eyes sharpened instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rakshasa leaned slightly against a dark stone tree trunk nearby before continuing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You could try seeking out Shukracharya.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the name was spoken, even the other rakshasas nearby quieted instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that was no ordinary teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shukracharya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guru of Asuras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master of forbidden knowledge, astras, politics, resurrection arts, and countless disciplines feared even among gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being whose wisdom had guided entire races through wars against the heavens themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And while he was most famous as the preceptor of asuras—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had trained powerful rakshasas as well throughout different ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh stared intensely at the older rakshasa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rakshasa immediately snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If finding him were easy, half of Patala would already be standing at his doorstep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few others chuckled lightly in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one simply walks into the guru’s presence, You find him only if your fate and determination are enough to reach him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varunesh frowned slightly hearing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Frown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*******************************\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Author note:)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope you guys give me your opinion and idea’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-->\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t forget to review guys...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I have a new fic which named: Karuppan: King of Openings.\u003C\u002Fp>",1886,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","9c0e41948453aba4d1b279ed5de09d0a6ec3d6b4ea1e9c83fd34c21ce57e7374","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-91","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-89",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]