Mission Unknown Version 1.1

Year 2005, Earth (India), Universe S1: A Divine Warning

The city of Mumbai thrived under the evening lights, its streets bustling with life. Amidst the chaos, Gangadhar, known to the world as Shaktimaan, had finally found peace. After centuries of battling darkness, after vanquishing Tamraj Kilvish and casting him into Shoonyalok, he had chosen to embrace a simple existence.

No longer the eternal warrior, he now lived as an ordinary man, working as a computer trading analyst. His days were spent analyzing stock market trends, and his nights were filled with laughter alongside Geeta Vishwas, the woman who had stood beside him through every trial.

But the greatest joy of his life was his three-year-old son, Priyansh—a child of pure heart, born into righteousness. Though young, there was an unusual wisdom in Priyansh’s eyes, as if the cosmos itself whispered secrets to him.

Yet, fate was rarely kind to warriors of light.

A Cryptic Message

That evening, as Shaktimaan sat before his computer, a strange distortion flickered across the screen. The numbers and charts of the stock market blurred, replaced by a sudden flash of glowing text in a script resembling ancient Sanskrit.

“Tonight, you will see a dream. In it, you will find a clue.”

Shaktimaan leaned forward, adjusting his glasses. The message vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He tapped a few keys, checking for malware or a network breach, but his system was clean.

His mind raced to old enemies. Dr. Jaikal—the mad scientist who had once tried to harness his powers—had experimented with forbidden knowledge, dabbling in both science and dark mysticism.

Shaktimaan narrowed his eyes. Could Jaikal still be alive?

The last time he had encountered him, Jaikal had transferred his consciousness into an unknown energy realm, possibly residing in the mystical Shoonyalok.

Yet, this did not feel like Jaikal’s doing. There was no trace of the darkness that accompanied his former nemesis. This message… it carried a different kind of power—one that felt neither evil nor entirely benevolent.

With a deep breath, Shaktimaan closed his eyes, reaching into the spiritual plane to scan for imbalances. The universe was calm—no great disturbance, no rising shadow.

Yet, something was watching. Something far beyond his understanding.

A Prophetic Vision

That night, as the city slept under a moonlit sky, Shaktimaan’s dreams carried him away.

He found himself standing upon the Himalayan peaks, their snowy ridges glowing under the golden light of an ethereal dawn. The winds whispered secrets, and the sky shimmered with a celestial energy he had only felt in the deepest states of meditation.

Before him stood his Guru, the great sage who had once trained him in the sacred ways of power and enlightenment.

The Guru’s robes flowed like liquid gold, his form radiant with divine knowledge. His eyes, deep and piercing, bore into Shaktimaan’s soul.

Guru: “Shaktimaan, the time of peace is over. A new storm approaches.”

Shaktimaan folded his hands in respect, his voice steady. “Guruji, what is this storm? Is the darkness of Kilvish returning?”

The Guru shook his head. “No, my child. This is beyond Kilvish. This is a threat to the very fabric of existence.”

Suddenly, the sky rippled like water, and visions unfolded before Shaktimaan’s eyes.

He saw two colossal forces—beings of unimaginable power.

One was Gagron, shrouded in shadow and destruction, his very presence distorting reality itself. The other was Zohze, an enigmatic, formless entity, seeping into existence like an ever-expanding storm.

The Guru’s voice resonated through the cosmos:

“The balance of existence is in peril. The realms—Swargalok, Patalok, Prithvilok, and beyond—are all interconnected. If Gagron and Zohze disrupt this balance, reality itself will shatter.”

Shaktimaan clenched his fists, his spirit burning with newfound resolve. “What must I do?”

The Guru’s gaze intensified, his form flickering like a celestial flame. “Seek the truth. There are forces beyond your knowledge at play.”

As the vision dissolved, the Guru’s final words echoed:

“The answer lies beyond what you know.”

A Hidden Manipulation

But what Shaktimaan did not know—what even his Guru did not know—was that this vision was not entirely his Guru’s doing.

Something far greater had intervened.

This dream was a carefully orchestrated deception, a manipulation of Shaktimaan’s subconscious.

It was the work of Boss—the cosmic entity known as 7D.

Boss had planted the seed of action within him, knowing that a warrior of light would never ignore a call to duty. Boss needed Shaktimaan to act—not for balance, but to further his own cosmic agenda.

The question was: Was Shaktimaan truly fighting for righteousness? Or was he merely another piece on Boss’s board?

The Awakening

Shaktimaan woke with a sharp breath, his eyes blazing with the knowledge he had received. He turned his head to see Geeta Vishwas, still sleeping peacefully beside him.

But his sudden movement stirred her, and she blinked awake.

Geeta: “Gangadhar… is something wrong?”

Shaktimaan exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair. “Yes… something is coming. And I must prepare.”

Geeta frowned, sitting up. “I thought you were done fighting. You defeated Kilvish. The world is safe.”

Shaktimaan looked away, his jaw tightening. “The world is never truly safe, Geeta. Peace is only an illusion—a brief pause before the next battle.”

He rose from the bed, stepping toward the window. The city stretched before him, bathed in the glow of neon lights and distant stars.

For years, he had embraced the life of a mortal. He had fought for a world free of darkness. He had sought to leave behind the burden of war.

But the multiverse had other plans.

Destiny was calling once more.

And Shaktimaan could not ignore it.