Chapter 88: Chapter 86: Buying Vajravyaghra Rath... Chariot Pulled By Saber-Tooths...

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After three days...

The days within Trivenivrata continued moving steadily forward.

Construction expanded as things were build as per the requirement which didn’t needed for the most of the time.

Trade routes slowly stabilized.

More migrants arrived every few days from different regions, bringing skills, professions, and cultures with them.

Markets that once stood half-empty now carried the sounds of bargaining and conversation.

Workshops began operating regularly,

While the fishing communities near the Yamuna harbor had already started supplying fresh trade stock throughout parts of the kingdom.

The kingdom was no longer merely surviving.

It was beginning to breathe on its own.

And finally—The astrologers completed their work.

For nearly days, charts, constellations, planetary alignments, and sacred calculations had consumed them.

Arguments had broken out more than once among the scholars over which celestial combination would best suit the coronation of a king whose fate already seemed tangled with gods themselves.

This is a once in a life time opportunity for them to show their skills for such a powerful king who himself is connected to the divinity.

In the end, a date was chosen finally. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Forty-five days from now.

An auspicious alignment powerful enough that even the most stubborn astrologers present had eventually agreed upon it.

Preparations immediately accelerated after the announcement.

Because once Devara was officially crowned king, diplomacy with surrounding nations would truly begin.

Trade agreements, military alliances, political marriages, negotiations, and rivalries would all follow.

Which meant one thing above all else—The kingdom’s economy needed to stabilize before then.

Late that evening,

Royal Palace...

Devara’s Chamber...

Devara stood alone at the balcony of his chamber.

"...."

From that height, much of Trivenivrata stretched before him beneath the fading golden light of dusk.

The rivers reflected the sky like flowing mirrors while torch lights slowly awakened across streets and towers.

Which formed a beautiful site before them.

For a few moments, he simply observed the kingdom quietly.

Then his attention shifted inward.

"...."

The familiar translucent interface of the system appeared before him.

Rows of categories unfolded silently across his vision—skills, artifacts, abilities, summons, formations, weapons, mounts, and countless other sections that still remained partially locked.

At the top corner glowed his current balance.

[Karma Balance: 16655 Karma Points...]

Devara moved through the available options patiently.

He had long learned not to spend impulsively.

The system did not merely sell objects—it responded to scale.

The greater his karma balance became, the more powerful and dangerous the available options turned.

Spending recklessly too early could permanently delay access to far more valuable abilities later.

Which was why, despite possessing thousands of karma points, he usually purchased only what he genuinely considered worthwhile.

Then—One particular item caught his attention.

Devara’s eyes narrowed slightly as the description expanded before him.

[𑁍 Vajravyaghra Rath 𑁍

Description:

A legendary celestial chariot once ridden by the conqueror prince Indrajit.

Pulled by four divine saber-tooth tigers forged from storm-aspected astral essence.

Abilities:

• Short-range battlefield teleportation

• Extreme movement speed across land and sky

• Capable of aerial traversal

• Sabertooth guardians automatically tear through obstacles and hostile formations

• Reinforced celestial frame resistant to astras below divine grade. On one condition which is performing yajna1 for the guardian deity on the third day.

Cost: 1500 Karma Points]

Devara studied the description carefully.

"...."

Then another projection appeared beside it.

The chariot was magnificent.

Unlike the heavier royal chariots commonly used by kings, this one looked built for movement and aggression.

Its frame carried sharp yet elegant contours lined with gold and dark blue celestial metal.

Four massive wheels were designed not for weight alone, but balance and speed.

At the front stood the true centerpiece—

The four divine sabertooth tigers.

Each radiated restrained violence even while standing still,

Their glowing eyes carrying the aura of apex predators created for war rather than domestication.

And the teleportation ability alone made the chariot extremely valuable in battlefield situations.

Devara considered it for several moments.

Then made his decision.

"Purchase."

The system responded instantly.

[-DUM!-DUM!-]

[Karma points is being deducted...

-1500 Karma Points.]

The glowing balance shifted immediately.

[-DUM!-DUM!-]

[Remaining Karma Points: 15155 Karma Points...]

A faint ripple of energy passed through the chamber.

Somewhere beyond the palace grounds,

Within a secured summoning space prepared earlier by the system itself,

Something ancient had just manifested into existence.

Devara exhaled slowly while dismissing the interface.

To most people, holding such wealth in karma points would tempt constant spending.

But Devara understood the system too well now.

The truly terrifying items...

Were still waiting beyond thresholds he had not yet reached.

And until then—Patience itself remained one of his strongest weapons.

Night had only just begun settling over Trivenivrata when Devara finally stepped out from the royal palace.

The cool evening winds carried the scent of river water and torchfire through the open courtyards while guards maintained their patrols across the palace grounds.

Most expected the young prince to be heading toward another meeting to further discusses about the economy with the.

Instead—

Devara walked calmly toward the great royal roadway used for ceremonial chariots and military movement.

Several nearby soldiers straightened instinctively as he approached, though confusion lingered across many faces.

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Then Devara stopped at his track.

His gaze lifted slightly. And he spoke a single name.

"Vajravyaghra Rath."

For one heartbeat—Nothing happened.

Then the world answered.

-FLASH!

A brilliant burst of golden-blue light exploded across the roadway as the air itself distorted violently.

Thunder cracked overhead despite the clear sky,

-ROOOARS!!!

And an earth-shaking tiger roar erupted through the palace grounds with enough force to make banners tremble.

The soldiers nearest to the phenomenon instinctively stepped backward.

Because standing before them now—Was no ordinary chariot.

The Vajravyaghra Rath had arrived.

Its celestial frame shimmered beneath the torchlight, gold-lined edges glowing faintly with storm-like energy.

The four wheels looked forged from divine metal rather than earthly craftsmanship, each engraved with ancient patterns that pulsed subtly like living veins of light.

But it was the creatures pulling it that truly stole breath from everyone present.

The four divine saber-tooth tigers stood massive and terrifying beneath the palace lights.

Their bodies radiated restrained violence.

Sharp fangs gleamed beneath curled lips while enormous claws scraped lightly against the stone road,

Leaving marks across the royal pathway itself.

Their fur carried streaks of silver-blue brilliance like moonlight trapped within storms, and their eyes burned with the awareness of predators that feared nothing.

Even veteran soldiers felt instinctive fear crawling up their spines.

Then Devara stepped forward calmly—And mounted the chariot.

The moment he took the reins, the four divine beasts reacted instantly.

As if recognizing their master.

All four lifted their heads toward the sky and released another thunderous roar together.

-ROOOARS!!!

The sound rolled across Trivenivrata like a living storm.

People throughout the palace grounds stopped what they were doing immediately.

Servants. Guards. Workers.

Nobles.

Many hurried toward balconies and courtyards trying to see what had caused such a terrifying sound.

From one of the palace balconies,

Gandhari and Rajmata Satyavati had been speaking quietly together moments earlier.

The roar interrupted them both.

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They stepped toward the balcony edge—And froze.

Below them stood the divine chariot in all its terrifying magnificence,

While Devara sat upon it holding the reins with calm familiarity.

Gandhari’s eyes widened immediately.

Not with fear. With awe looking at her husband.

Even Satyavati found herself momentarily speechless.

The sight before them looked less like a prince preparing for a ride and more like a warrior from ancient celestial legends descending into the mortal world.

Nearby, Bhishma also turned his attention toward the courtyard.

For perhaps the first time that evening, even he visibly raised an eyebrow taken back by the sudden arrival of such a divine charoit.

"...."

Because the aura surrounding those tigers alone was enough to tell him this was no ordinary divine artifact.

Down below, Devara lightly pulled the reins forward.

The response was immediate.

The sabertooth tigers lunged into motion.

The acceleration stunned nearly everyone watching.

Unlike normal chariots that required buildup and balance correction, the Vajravyaghra Rath moved like a predator unleashed.

Within moments it tore through the palace gates with impossible smoothness while Devara himself remained completely steady atop it.

Torchlights blurred past.

The divine tigers ran through the streets of Trivenivrata like streaks of celestial power, their claws sparking lightly against stone roads while citizens hurried aside in shock and amazement.

Then recognition spread.

"It’s King Devaratha!"

"The King!"

"The divine chariot!"

Cheers erupted throughout the streets almost instantly.

-Cheers

Children pointed excitedly.

Merchants stepped out from shops from their business just to get the sight of it.

Soldiers saluted as the Vajravyaghra Rath thundered through the kingdom.

Yet despite the intimidating appearance of the sabertooth tigers, none attacked recklessly.

They obeyed Devara’s movements flawlessly, weaving through the roads with astonishing precision while radiating enough pressure that crowds naturally parted before them.

For nearly half an hour,

Devara rode through every major district of the kingdom.

Through marketplaces. Near the harbors.

Across bridges spanning the sacred waterways.

And everywhere the people saw him—Excitement spread further.

Because their future king was not hidden behind palace walls.

He rode openly among them beneath the night sky like a living legend already taking shape before their eyes.

While...

The thunder of the Vajravyaghra Rath echoed through the streets as Devara guided the divine chariot toward the outer districts near the main border gate of Trivenivrata.

Torchlight flickered across the towering walls while guards carefully processed another massive wave of immigrants arriving from different kingdoms and regions.

The lines stretched long.

Families. Merchants. Craftsmen. Temple servants. Farmers.

Who had travelled to just arrive.

Travelers carrying little more than hope and bundled belongings.

Many were still being checked by the soldiers before entry, while others who had already passed inspection stood staring in stunned awe at the kingdom surrounding them.

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For most of them, merely seeing Trivenivrata’s walls had already felt unreal.

But then—The roaring of divine sabertooth tigers rolled across the roadway.

And suddenly every eye turned towards the direction.

The Vajravyaghra Rath emerged from the torch lit avenue like something from a celestial epic.

The four divine saber-tooth tigers ran with terrifying elegance, their massive forms radiating enough pressure that even the horses near the gates grew restless.

Their claws struck sparks from the stone roads while the divine chariot behind them glowed faintly beneath the night sky.

And standing upon it—Was Devara.

The sight alone froze many of the new arrivals in place.

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Some instinctively folded their hands.

Others simply stared speechlessly by the sight before them.

Because the rumors they had heard during their travels suddenly no longer sounded exaggerated.

This kingdom really looks very beautiful as the world as blessed it.

Among the gathered immigrants stood a particular figure from Mathura.

An elderly temple priest.

The very same man who had witnessed Devara’s transformation into Narasimha during the fall of Kamsa.

His father had remained behind in Mathura to continue maintaining the Narasimha temple there,

While he himself had traveled toward Trivenivrata with the new wave of settlers.

The moment his eyes landed on Devara riding the celestial chariot—Emotion overwhelmed him instantly.

The memories of that day where Lord Narashima descended and delivered justice to Tyrant named Kamsa.

His hands rose above his head.

And with trembling devotion, he shouted loudly into the night:

"Om Namo Bhagavate Narasimhaya!"1

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Ritual performed before the sacred fire.I offer my respectful obeisances unto Lord Narasimha