Transmigrated Indian Boy: Job Change to the Arcane Technomancer

[Date: March 11, 2025 | Time: 8:00 AM | Location: Halder Household, Kolkata]

Morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft golden glow over Ankush's room. The faint sounds of Kolkata stirring awake reached his ears—vehicles humming as they glided over mana-powered roads, shopkeepers calling out their morning wares, and distant echoes of people heading toward their respective workplaces or training facilities.

Ankush sat at his desk, absently twirling a pen between his fingers while lost in deep thought. The Mana Control Laser Sniper sat securely in his inventory, its existence a silent reminder of his next course of action.

The awakening dungeon had been only the first step. He had power now, but it was meaningless unless he pushed himself further. Strength alone didn't matter in this world—it was about the path one chose to take.

And in India, that path was more treacherous than anywhere else.

Unlike China, where strict government-controlled academies trained their awakened elites, or Japan, where a rigid meritocracy dictated the rankings of newly awakened, India had no unified system for entering universities or training dungeons. Here, the power structure had long been hijacked by corporations and the military.

The top 90% of universities—institutions once known for producing the brightest minds—had been privatized by powerful conglomerates. They had turned these once-respected institutions into training grounds for their corporate-controlled armies, shaping students not into free warriors but into branded weapons, molded to serve their interests.

The remaining 10% of elite institutions were under strict military control. These were the institutions that truly held power over dungeons, training facilities, and teleportation towers—entities that dictated who could officially become strong.

For a normal person, unless they had connections or were willing to sign a lifetime servitude contract, entry into these elite institutions was nothing short of impossible.

For most awakened, the only options were either:

1. Join the Corporate Universities – Swearing loyalty to private forces that only cared about talent and profit.

2. Enter the Military Institutions – A noble but suffocating path, bound by rigid hierarchy and strict obligations.

And then there was the third path.

For those unwilling to sell their freedom, another option existed—the wilderness beyond the borders of India.

Ankush's lips curled into a knowing smirk.

That was his path.

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A soft knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Ankush? Are you awake?" His mother's voice floated through the wooden door.

"Yeah, Mom," he called back, stretching slightly. "I'm up."

She stepped in, her warm smile instantly brightening the room. "Breakfast is ready. Your father already left for work, but he told me to remind you to start thinking about your university applications soon."

Ankush nodded absently, forcing a neutral smile. "Yeah… I'll think about it."

His mother, sharp as ever, narrowed her eyes slightly. "Ankush, don't take this lightly. I know many universities are difficult to enter, but if you start preparing early, maybe you can get a spot in one of the better institutions."

He felt a flicker of guilt at lying by omission but quickly buried it. His parents wouldn't understand—not yet.

"I'll consider all my options, Mom," he reassured gently.

That was technically the truth.

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[Kolkata's Teleportation Hub – The Gateway to Freedom]

By mid-morning, Ankush found himself standing at the Teleportation Point, an open-air plaza near the heart of Kolkata, filled with awakened warriors of all levels preparing for their next step toward power.

The teleportation hub was massive, surrounded by sleek, futuristic infrastructure. Holographic signboards floated overhead, displaying destination names and difficulty ratings. Various groups of awakened were gathered in their respective zones, waiting for their chance to enter foreign hunting grounds.

Unlike the training dungeons and towers controlled by universities, the teleportation points were open to everyone. This was the only legal loophole in the system—one of the few ways a rogue awakened could still grow strong without kneeling to the corporations or the military.

Here, warriors could teleport directly to the bordering jungles beyond the nation's boundaries—lawless zones overflowing with monsters, ancient ruins, and lost treasures.

Most of these jungles were death traps, with threats ranging from Level 1 to Level 99999 monsters, their dangers increasing the deeper one ventured. Yet, it was precisely this unpredictability that made them ideal for true warriors.

There were no rules here.

Only survival.

And Ankush was ready.

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The teleportation queue was long, filled with hunters of all levels. Some stood in silence, their eyes filled with determination, while others engaged in quiet conversation, discussing strategies and monster-slaying techniques.

A group of mercenaries stood nearby, their voices carrying over the plaza.

"Did you hear? Another corporate-trained brat barely survived the outer jungle. Kid got cocky, thought his expensive gear would save him. Level 15, but still got nearly torn apart by a Level 20 Beastlord."

"Tch, rich kids think they're untouchable because they have resources," another warrior grunted. "But the jungle doesn't give a damn about money."

Ankush ignored the chatter, stepping forward as his turn arrived. A middle-aged Teleportation Officer, clad in standard military attire, scanned him with a critical eye.

"Name?" the officer asked.

"Ankush Halder," he replied calmly.

"First time using a teleportation point?" the officer inquired, his gaze lingering slightly longer than necessary.

"Yes," Ankush answered truthfully.

The officer nodded, typing something on his mana-infused wrist tablet. "Destination?"

Ankush took a deep breath, his gaze fixed firmly ahead.

"Outer Zone – Bengal Jungle."

The officer's eyebrows lifted slightly, as if impressed. "Not many first-timers choose that area. It's not a controlled dungeon—you'll be on your own."

"That's the idea," Ankush said simply.

The officer studied him for a moment before sighing. "Suit yourself. Step onto the teleportation circle."

Ankush did as instructed, stepping onto the glowing platform carved with ancient runes. A deep hum filled the air as the magic began activating. Golden energy crackled beneath his feet, coiling upward like serpents of light.

"Initiating teleportation in 3… 2… 1."

With a brilliant flash of light, the world around him vanished.

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[Arrival – The Border Jungle]

When the light faded, Ankush found himself standing in a completely different world.

Towering ancient trees loomed around him, their massive roots twisting across the damp, moss-covered ground. Strange luminous plants glowed faintly in the underbrush, casting eerie blue-green hues across the dense wilderness. The air was thick with the scent of earth, damp wood, and something faintly metallic—the unmistakable scent of blood.

Far in the distance, the sky was veiled in mist, obscuring the deeper regions of the jungle. Occasional distant roars echoed, signaling the presence of unknown creatures lurking beyond sight.

Ankush exhaled slowly, gripping the strap of his sniper case slung across his back.

This was no training ground. There were no second chances here.

But for someone like Ankush, this was exactly what he needed—a place where only skill, strategy, and sheer willpower determined survival.

He took his first step forward, his keen eyes scanning the undergrowth.

It was time.

Time to hunt.