Transmigrated Indian Boy: Job Change to the Arcane Technomancer

The Awakening Dungeon pulsed with raw mana as the first wave stabilized. The swirling blue portal flickered erratically, releasing an eerie glow that spread across the vast battlefield. The golden runes lining the obsidian-black floor reacted to the dungeon's energy, flashing intermittently like a heartbeat.

Ankush stood completely still.

His arms hung loosely at his sides, his posture relaxed, his face calm. He was in no rush.

A deep growl broke the silence.

From the portal, ten Mana Wolves stepped forward, their glowing blue eyes fixated on him. Each one had fur streaked with faint mana lines, pulsing in rhythm with their breath. Their claws extended, their muscles tensed, ready to attack on instinct.

Each wolf varied in size and power. Their levels ranged from 1 to 10, scaling in difficulty as they advanced.

To a normal challenger, this would have been a well-paced warm-up, a way to test their reaction speed, movement efficiency, and combat adaptability.

For Ankush, it was a chore.

His mind quickly analyzed the system's rules again.

Each wave contained ten monsters of varying levels.

Upon clearing them, he would receive ten Special Points—the dungeon's unique reward currency.

He would also gain experience points, but unlike most challengers, he would store them instead of leveling up.

The reason was simple.

His Magic Engineer profession was still F- tier, which meant its stat growth per level was minimal.

If he leveled up now, his attribute gains would be too low.

Most rich students chose to hoard their EXP, waiting until they had enough Special Points to upgrade their talent tier before leveling up their profession. This way, when they finally distributed their EXP, they would receive higher attribute growth per level.

Ankush would do the same.

Not because he needed attributes.

Not because he feared being weak.

But because he wanted to maximize his profession's evolution.

Unlike them, he didn't need raw stats.

He had no cooldowns.

He could build anything instantly.

If he needed power, he could engineer it.

For now, EXP was irrelevant to him.

A slow breath escaped his lips as he took his first step forward.

The wolves reacted instantly.

The lowest-leveled one, a Level 1 F- Mana Wolf, let out a vicious snarl and lunged at him, its fangs bared, its entire body coiled with aggressive intent.

It was fast.

To the average challenger, it would have been dangerous.

To Ankush, it was so slow it was laughable.

He flicked his wrist, a simple, effortless motion.

The air compressed violently, and an invisible shockwave tore through the space between them.

The wolf exploded into mist before it even realized what had happened.

The other nine wolves hesitated.

Ankush sighed.

Their hesitation was pointless.

The Level 2 and Level 3 wolves snarled and lunged in unison, attempting to flank him from both sides.

Ankush didn't even look at them.

He merely stepped aside, dodging their attacks so casually it almost seemed disrespectful. His right arm snapped outward, catching the first wolf mid-air by the throat.

It twitched violently, its claws slashing wildly at nothing.

He tightened his grip.

A sickening crunch echoed through the dungeon as its neck collapsed under the pressure. The lifeless body dropped to the floor, limp.

The second wolf barely had time to react before Ankush's heel slammed into its ribcage.

The impact caved in its entire side, sending it hurtling across the battlefield, where it smashed into three other wolves, its bones already shattered beyond repair.

Seven remained.

The wolves, now sensing the sheer disparity in strength, did not hesitate.

The higher-leveled ones—ranging from Level 4 to Level 10—activated their mana cores.

Their bodies crackled with blue energy, their speed doubling in an instant.

The Level 10 Wolf, the strongest of the group, let out a piercing howl, activating its skill.

Its muscles bulged, its mana circuits glowed brighter, and its claws extended into razor-sharp blades, each one capable of slicing through metal.

To an average challenger, this was a nightmare scenario.

For Ankush, it was pathetic.

The Level 10 Wolf charged first, using a high-speed spiral attack designed to rip through defenses. Its body spun mid-air like a drill, its mana-infused claws gleaming under the dungeon's eerie light.

Ankush watched it with disinterest.

Then, without moving his feet, he thrust his fist forward.

The instant his knuckles met the wolf's skull, the entire front half of its body vaporized, reduced to nothing but a fine red mist. The lower half collapsed to the ground, twitching weakly before fading into mana particles.

The other wolves didn't even get a chance to react.

Ankush vanished.

A sonic boom detonated through the arena as he reappeared mid-air, his leg already extended in a spin-kick.

His foot collided with the Level 9 Wolf, and its body folded inward, every bone breaking simultaneously before it was launched across the battlefield like a cannonball.

Before it even hit the ground, Ankush had already moved again.

One wolf tried to bite at his back, but his elbow shot out in response, colliding with its jaw.

Its entire head shattered, and its body collapsed instantly.

Another tried to ambush him from the side, but his hand flicked outward, sending a compressed shockwave that vaporized its torso on contact.

The last three wolves tried to scatter and retreat.

Ankush didn't let them.

He extended a single palm, and an invisible wave of force erupted outward.

The remaining wolves froze mid-motion, their bodies suspended in the air.

Then—

Boom.

Their forms imploded violently, crushed by the sheer magnitude of his casual attack.

The battlefield fell silent.

The dungeon trembled.

The system's voice echoed.

[Wave 1 Cleared. +10 Special Points Earned.]

Ankush exhaled.

He could feel the EXP accumulating, but as expected, he chose not to use it.

The swirling portal flared again.

The second wave was already arriving.

Unlike the first, the figures emerging were not wolves.

They were Poison Panthers—ten of them, each one sleeker, faster, and more lethal than the previous enemies.

Their serpentine tails flickered like whips, coated in a venomous substance that left corrosive marks on the floor. Their eyes glowed bright green, their muscles rippling with raw power.

Unlike the wolves, these creatures were not mindless.

They were calculated hunters.

A true test for an average challenger.

Ankush smirked, rolling his shoulders as the lingering mana crackled around his body.

This might actually be slightly interesting.

The panthers did not hesitate.

All ten of them attacked at once.

And the second wave began.

The Awakening Dungeon trembled as the portal flared once again, heralding the arrival of the second wave. The golden runes etched into the obsidian-black stone pulsed with an eerie glow, reacting to the overwhelming mana buildup. The previously lifeless battlefield was now soaked with the residual energy of the slain wolves, but the next opponents would not hesitate because of it.

Ankush stood still, watching the swirling portal, his mind as calm as an undisturbed lake. He could feel the accumulation of EXP in his status, steadily increasing with each monster he had annihilated. Still, he chose to store it all, refusing to level up. His current F- profession was far too weak in terms of growth. It was pointless to distribute stats now when he could upgrade his profession first and receive greater returns later.

A low hiss echoed across the battlefield. Unlike the growls of the wolves, this was sharper, quieter—an assassin's whisper before the kill. A shadow flickered within the swirling mana vortex, and then they stepped out.

Wave 2 – Poison Panthers (F Level, Levels 1-10)

Their dark-gray fur blended seamlessly into the dim lighting of the dungeon, their serpentine tails swaying rhythmically as they prowled forward. Their eyes glowed an eerie green, vertical slits flickering with the cold calculation of a born predator. Their claws dripped with a translucent green venom, each drop hissing upon contact with the ground, leaving behind tiny marks of corrosion.

Unlike the wolves, they did not attack immediately.

They spread out, forming an encirclement, their muscles tensed like coiled springs. Unlike the pack mentality of the previous wave, these creatures were lone hunters, and the only reason they worked together now was to secure a guaranteed kill.

Ankush's lips curled slightly.

They thought he was prey.

A brief glance at their stats gave him an instant understanding of their power levels.

| Monster Level | Strength | Agility | Defense |

|--------------|----------|----------|----------|

| Level 1 (F) | 20 | 20 | 40 |

| Level 10 (F) | 29 | 29 | 58 |

For a normal challenger, the difference between a Level 1 F- Mana Wolf and a Level 10 F Poison Panther was night and day. The panthers were faster, stronger, and deadlier. The venomous claws alone made them a nightmare for an unprepared fighter.

But Ankush was not normal.

The Level 10 Panther growled, its ears twitching. A silent command.

Then—

They vanished.

All ten of them.

Their shadow-step ability activated, allowing them to slip into the darkness like ghosts.

To most challengers, this would be instant death. The panthers could reappear anywhere, striking with speed beyond human reflexes.

To Ankush, it was pathetic.

His mental processing was too high, his reaction time beyond instant. Even without seeing them, he could feel them, his battle intuition guiding him with surgical precision.

He didn't move.

He didn't flinch.

He simply waited.

The first panther reappeared directly above him, claws descending toward his throat.

Before it could touch him, he casually raised his hand and grabbed its face mid-air.

The panther screamed, its limbs flailing wildly.

Ankush's fingers tightened slightly.

A grotesque crack echoed across the dungeon as the panther's skull collapsed inward, its body going completely limp. He tossed it aside, letting it roll across the floor like discarded trash.

The other nine panthers hesitated.

That hesitation sealed their fate.

Before they could react, Ankush moved.

A sonic boom detonated across the battlefield as he disappeared from sight, his foot slamming into the Level 10 Panther's ribs before it even realized what had happened. The sheer force folded its entire torso inward, its body snapping in half before rocketing into the dungeon wall.

It exploded on impact, its remains scattering like dust.

The remaining eight panthers broke formation, darting in different directions to escape.

It didn't matter.

Ankush reappeared behind one of them, grabbing its tail before it could escape. He swung it like a whip, its body smashing into three others, instantly crushing their bones upon impact.

The last four tried to hide in the shadows.

Ankush simply clicked his fingers.

A shockwave rippled outward, a condensed pulse of pure force that shredded the entire shadowy terrain apart.

The moment the panthers were forced into visibility, he struck instantly, moving so fast that even the dungeon's mana could barely keep up with him.

A single flick of his wrist sent two flying across the battlefield, their bodies collapsing into mist upon impact.

The final two were already too slow.

Before they could react, he casually stepped forward, planting a hand on each of their heads.

Then, with no effort at all, he squeezed.

Their skulls collapsed like rotten fruit, and their lifeless bodies dropped to the ground.

The dungeon trembled, the system's voice echoing through the vast chamber.

[Wave 2 Cleared. +10 Special Points Earned.]

Ankush exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders.

His EXP bar flashed, but as expected, he ignored it, letting it accumulate further.

The portal flickered violently.

The third wave was already arriving.

Unlike before, the creatures stepping forth were no longer beasts.

They moved like men.

Their gray skin was stretched unnaturally over long, thin limbs. Their fingers were elongated, each tipped with blackened claws. Their eyes burned with eerie yellow light, filled with something not quite intelligence, but not entirely instinct either.

Ghouls.

Not wild predators.

Killers.

Ankush grinned, flexing his fingers.

This was going to be interesting.

The Awakening Dungeon was alive with power, its runes glowing as the aftermath of the previous battle settled. The air was still thick with residual mana, and yet, despite the sheer carnage that had unfolded moments ago, the dungeon showed no signs of stopping. The portal at the center flared again, its pulsating light growing deeper, almost as if the dungeon itself was trying to warn what lay beyond.

Ankush exhaled, rolling his shoulders. His body was untouched, not even a scratch from the earlier waves. The Poison Panthers had been fast. Too fast for a normal challenger. But to him, they had been insignificant. Their speed meant nothing when his reaction time made them look as slow as sloths. Their venom had no effect when their claws had never even reached him. And now, as the mana thickened, he knew the next wave was here.

From the portal, ten new figures emerged.

These creatures were stronger, bulkier, and far more dangerous than the previous ones. Their presence alone made the air feel heavier, an invisible pressure settling across the battlefield. Unlike the beasts before, these creatures carried themselves with an eerie composure, their movements not random, not animalistic, but precise.

These were Ghoul Strikers.

Not mindless beasts. Not creatures driven purely by instinct. These monsters thought. They strategized. And unlike the wolves or panthers, they were bipedal, standing on two feet like humans. Their elongated limbs twitched unnaturally, and their gray, decayed skin pulsed with strange black veins, as if they were something that had once been alive but had long since passed the threshold of death. Their yellow eyes glowed with hunger, but unlike a beast, they did not charge immediately.

Instead, they waited.

They analyzed.

Ankush's lips curled slightly. So, these things had some intelligence after all.

But intelligence meant nothing when there was such an overwhelming power gap.

Each of these creatures was F+ level, meaning they were twice as strong, twice as fast, and twice as durable as the Poison Panthers before them. A normal challenger would have struggled against even one of them. Against ten, they would be dead before they even had time to react.

To Ankush? They were still nothing.

One of the ghouls let out a sharp, unnatural screech, and in that instant, they moved.

They did not attack like animals. They attacked like trained assassins.

One launched itself from the front, its claws glowing black, slicing through the air toward his throat.

Two others blinked out of existence for a fraction of a second, reappearing at his sides.

The rest moved in unison, coordinating in a way no beast could. A perfect ambush.

A perfect failure.

Before the first ghoul's claws could reach him, Ankush moved.

He didn't dodge. He didn't block.

He simply stepped forward.

His fist shot out like a bullet, and before the ghoul could even register what had happened, its entire torso caved inward.

The impact was so catastrophic that the shockwave alone blasted the nearest two ghouls off their feet, sending them flying across the battlefield before smashing into the dungeon walls like ragdolls.

The remaining seven tried to adjust, but they were already too slow.

Ankush disappeared.

For the first time, he moved at full speed.

Boom.

A deafening sonic boom erupted as he reappeared directly in the center of the remaining ghouls, his foot already slamming into the head of one before the others could even blink.

Its skull shattered like glass, and the force sent its body spinning violently into another, crushing the second ghoul upon impact.

The other five reacted, their heads twisting unnaturally toward him, their clawed fingers jerking to life.

They lunged.

Too slow.

Ankush turned, a flick of his fingers sending an invisible shockwave through the air.

The three closest ghouls disintegrated instantly, their bodies ripped apart by pure force.

The last two tried to run.

It didn't matter.

Ankush tilted his head, and before they could take another step, he vanished again.

By the time they realized he had moved, he was already behind them.

Two quick snaps of his fingers.

Two sharp cracks echoed across the dungeon.

Their heads fell from their bodies before they even knew they had died.

Silence.

The dungeon trembled. The system's voice rang out once more.

[Wave 3 Cleared. +10 Special Points Earned.]

Ankush exhaled slowly, stretching his arms as if he had just finished a warm-up. His EXP bar flashed, but as before, he ignored it. Still storing it for later.

The portal swirled violently again.

The fourth and final wave of this stage was already materializing.

Unlike the previous waves, however, something felt different.

The air shifted. The pressure doubled. The golden runes in the arena began to glow brighter, almost as if the dungeon itself was reacting to whatever was coming next.

Then, they arrived.

The creatures that stepped forward were not like the Ghouls. They were larger, heavier, their bodies covered in mana-enhanced plating instead of bare flesh. Their limbs were thicker, their movements slower, but far more deliberate. Unlike the assassins from before, these creatures did not need speed.

They had brute strength.

Dungeon Armored Trolls.

Each one was at least twice Ankush's height, their massive frames covered in jagged, rocky armor infused with blue mana veins. Their arms were as thick as tree trunks, their legs planted into the ground with such weight that the floor beneath them cracked.

These creatures weren't about precision.

They were about raw, crushing power.

A normal fighter would have no choice but to run.

Ankush smirked.

The trolls did not hesitate. Unlike the ghouls, they did not wait for an opportunity. They knew only one thing—overwhelming destruction.

All ten of them charged at once.

Their heavy steps made the ground tremble, their massive fists raised, ready to turn him into paste.

To anyone else, it would have looked like an unstoppable wall of death.

To Ankush?

It was laughable.

He stepped forward.

Then, in a single instant, he launched himself toward them.

Boom.

A shockwave exploded beneath his feet as he shot forward at supersonic speed, appearing in front of the first troll before its brain could even process that he had moved.

He clenched his fist.

Then he threw a single punch.

Boom.

The troll's entire chest cavity caved inward, the mana plating shattering like brittle glass, its massive frame hurtling backward like a meteor, smashing into the far wall with earthquake-level force.

The dungeon shook.

The other nine trolls stopped mid-charge.

For the first time, they hesitated.

For the first time, they felt fear.

Ankush grinned, flexing his fingers. His bones cracked lightly from the sheer force contained in his muscles.

"Let's finish this."

He vanished.

A blur. A streak of destruction.

Trolls exploded apart, their bodies ripped into chunks of mana particles.

One by one, they fell.

In less than ten seconds, the battlefield was silent again.

The dungeon shuddered.

The system's voice echoed one last time.

[Wave 4 Cleared. +10 Special Points Earned.]

Ankush took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders.

Still not a challenge.

His EXP bar blinked again, but he continued to let it accumulate.

The portal deactivated.

The first stage of the Awakening Dungeon was over.

He cracked his neck, looking toward the large stone doors that marked the entrance to the next floor.

Time to move on.