MY CRAZIEST ADVENTURE

Veer combed his hair after a shower, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His hands moved mechanically, but his mind was elsewhere, trapped in an internal storm of self-doubt. Ever since he headed home after the talk with munni, a voice had echoed in his head, relentless and cruel.

*"Veer… Veer… what are you? A *main character*? You have nothing but a weak and pathetic body and mind. What makes you think you can help anyone you see—and succeed? Hah."*

The voice hissed, growing louder as he continued to comb his hair, his movements becoming erratic. His chest tightened with frustration. It wasn't just words; it was every failure, every moment of weakness he'd ever experienced, crashing into him all at once. 

*"You're a reincarnated *person*, not the reincarnated *protagonist.* Don't forget, in this omegaverse, there are trillions of pathetic losers just like you."*

The final blow landed hard. Veer's grip tightened on the comb, his knuckles turning white. The mirror seemed to mock him, his reflection smiling back like it knew something he didn't. His hand curled into a fist, trembling as the desire to lash out overwhelmed him. He was seconds away from punching the glass when he felt a gentle hand wrap around his own. 

"Veer… why are you sad?" 

The voice was soft and familiar, pulling him out of the storm raging in his head. He blinked and looked to see Sonia standing beside him, her small hand gripping his tightly, her face filled with concern. 

"Please, if there's anything bothering you, tell me. I don't want to see you sad," she said, her voice trembling slightly. 

Veer took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. He placed his free hand gently on top of her head, ruffling her hair. "It's nothing serious," he lied with a faint smile. "I was just thinking about a story I read. The main character was losing, and it got me all worked up. Don't worry about it." 

Sonia didn't buy it. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared up at him. "No, Veer. I know this look. You had the same expression back in the jungle when we were running from those men…" Her grip on his hand tightened. 

"Please," she pleaded, her voice breaking slightly. "If something's bothering you, tell me. If I'm being annoying or talking too much… I'm sorry. I won't do it again. But don't keep everything to yourself, okay?" 

Veer's chest ached as he watched the worry in her eyes. Without a word, he pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. "You're not annoying, Sonia," he said softly, his voice steady but warm. "You're my sister. It's my job to worry about you, not the other way around." 

Sonia sniffled but nodded against his chest. After a moment, she pulled back, wiping her eyes. To his surprise, her expression brightened almost instantly. "Okay, then! Let's make a deal—you won't hide anything from me, and I'll stop being annoying. Deal?" 

Veer chuckled despite himself. "Deal." 

The rest of the day passed quietly but meaningfully. Veer decided to spend more time with Sonia, indulging in her playful chatter and distracting himself from his darker thoughts. By evening, Sheena joined them, suggesting they go out for dinner. It was a rare occasion, and Veer felt a sense of warmth as the three of them laughed and shared stories over a meal. The bond they shared grew stronger, making the day feel like a small but significant victory. 

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The next morning, Veer woke up with a clearer mind. Standing before the mirror again, he spoke aloud, his voice firm but calm. "You're making mistakes, but you'll learn from them. Control your emotions. Think about what you can do better." 

After finishing his morning routine and breakfast, Veer's mind turned back to Munni and her brother. At the table, he glanced at Sheena, her composed and confident demeanor giving him pause. *She has so many connections. Maybe she can help. But how do I even bring this up?* 

He let out a quiet, sarcastic chuckle. *'Look, Sheena, I found a child, and she needs help.' Yeah, that's going to go over well.* 

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At school, Veer couldn't shake the thoughts of Munni's situation. Suhana noticed his distracted demeanor and pressed him about it during lunch. 

"What's bothering you, Veer?" 

Veer waved it off with a smirk, trying to change the subject. "Nothing much. Just thinking about how cute you'd look in that dress from the fashion show last week." 

Suhana's expression immediately shifted, her brows furrowing as she stood abruptly. "You're impossible, Veer," she said, walking away. 

Veer blinked, confused by her reaction. *What just happened?* 

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Later that day, during his martial arts class, Mr. Rao pulled Veer aside after noticing his distracted state. "What's on your mind, Veer?" 

Veer hesitated before answering, "Just… a lot of things, sir." 

Mr. Rao nodded knowingly. "In battle, the mind is your greatest weapon. But it's also your greatest weakness if it's not calm. Remember this: a scattered mind leads to defeat before the fight even begins." 

The words struck a chord with Veer. He thanked Mr. Rao, feeling a newfound sense of clarity as he headed home. 

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That evening, Veer and Sonia studied with their tuition teacher, Diya. Veer's occasional attempts at flirting were met with Diya's usual sharp, unimpressed responses, though she seemed slightly amused. 

After finishing his nightly meditation, Veer sat cross-legged in his room, staring out at the darkness in his mind. He had made up his mind. Helping Munni wouldn't be as simple as calling the police. He needed to investigate further—understand how deep her brother's troubles went and what risks were involved. 

As he thought about the situation, a question echoed in his mind: *"What's in it for me?"* 

He smirked, shaking his head. "The satisfaction of doing something right for once," he murmured to himself. *And maybe… just maybe… proving that voice in my head wrong.* 

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After that day, Veer returned to his normal routine but with renewed energy and determination. From Tuesday to Saturday, he worked harder than ever, dedicating himself to mastering martial arts under Mr. Rao's guidance. His movements became sharper, his reflexes faster, and his stamina improved with every practice session. He also poured hours into improving his knowledge of weapons and technology, studying the advancements in this world and taking notes on how to use them to his advantage.

Veer's evenings took on a new dimension. After his tuition classes, Sheena allowed him some freedom, trusting his intelligence and maturity. She knew he wouldn't do anything reckless, so Veer took this opportunity to explore. At night, he ventured out to nearby slum areas, bars, and pubs—places where restrictions were loose, and information flowed like water. His sharp observation skills and strategic questions yielded valuable pieces of information, painting a clearer picture of the world's underbelly.

One night, while walking through a dimly lit alley near the slums, Veer noticed a group of rowdy kids harassing a young girl. She was trembling, backing away as they jeered and closed in on her. Without hesitation, Veer donned the joker mask he carried—a radium-coated one that glowed ominously in the dark. Pulling up the hood of his jacket, he stepped into the scene with an air of calm menace. 

"Hey, what's going on here?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. 

One of the boys sneered. "Who the hell are you?" 

Veer tilted his head, letting out a soft chuckle that grew into a sinister, chilling laugh. "I'm vengeance," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and mock theatrics. 

The group didn't have time to react before Veer launched into action, taking them down one by one with precision and force. They weren't skilled fighters, but they outnumbered him, making it a challenge. However, Veer's training paid off. He left them battered and terrified, his joker laugh echoing in the alley as they fled. 

The girl, still shaken, thanked him profusely, but Veer waved it off, disappearing into the shadows before she could ask further questions. This wasn't the first time either. Over the next five days, Veer found himself in two similar situations, using the same persona to handle troublemakers. Each time, his "I'm vengeance" line, paired with the unsettling laugh, left a lasting impression on those he confronted. 

By the end of the week, Veer felt more prepared than ever to face Munni's brother. He had spent days gathering information, refining his skills, and immersing himself in the darker parts of the city to better understand what he was up against. As Sunday arrived, Veer stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his shirt. His reflection stared back with calm determination. 

*I'm ready,* he thought, his jaw set. 

When he arrived at the meeting point later that day, Veer's confidence was palpable. The weight of preparation steadied his nerves, and he knew he was prepared to have a real conversation with Munni's brother—and deal with whatever challenges came next. 

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