Transmigrated Indian Boy: Job Change to the Arcane Technomancer

[Date: March 11, 2025 | Time: 4:25 PM | Location: Kolkata Teleportation Gate – Sector 3]

A faint ripple passed through the air as the teleportation gate flared, bathing the surrounding area in a brief shimmer of blue light. The massive circular portal, embedded within reinforced alloy frames, pulsed for a second before stabilizing. From within, a single figure stepped out.

Ankush kept his movements casual as he adjusted the hood of his cloak, his sharp eyes flickering across the bustling teleportation center. The place was crowded—awakened hunters, traders, and government officials moved about in organized chaos.

The gate operators, dressed in their signature blue uniforms, were scanning each person with mana detectors, ensuring that nothing illegal was being transported back into the city. A few hunters, covered in blood and grime, were showing off their spoils—monster corpses, mana stones, and rare crafting materials—all being logged by the system for taxation purposes.

Ankush had no such burdens. His loot was safely tucked away in his Legendary System's inventory, hidden from any form of detection. Unlike the others who had to haul their hard-earned rewards through customs, he could simply store and retrieve his items at will, avoiding all scrutiny.

His steps were light but purposeful as he moved through the crowds, slipping past the inspection points with ease. No one paid him any mind. Just another hunter returning from a hunt. Just another faceless figure in the masses.

But he wasn't just another hunter.

And he wasn't carrying just another haul.

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[Location: New Market, Kolkata | Time: 4:45 PM]

The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the bustling streets of New Market. The area was a mix of old-world charm and modern awakened-era technology—streets lined with neon-lit signboards advertising mana-enhanced goods, potion vendors shouting over one another, and artifact merchants displaying their wares on intricately woven magic carpets.

Ankush navigated the crowd with ease, his keen senses picking up on everything around him. The scent of roasted meat from a nearby food stall mixed with the faint metallic tang of raw mana stones, creating an odd but familiar atmosphere. The entire city thrived on trade, and New Market was one of its busiest hubs.

But he wasn't here to browse.

He stopped in front of a small, dimly lit stall tucked away between two larger artifact shops. The stall had no name, no flashy decorations—just a single old man sitting behind a wooden counter, his beady eyes scanning the passing crowd with practiced caution.

Ankush approached without hesitation.

The old man barely glanced at him before speaking in a low, gruff voice.

"You need materials or something else?"

"Something else." Ankush's voice was calm, controlled. "A mask."

The old man finally looked at him, his gaze sharp despite his weathered features. "What kind?"

"Something that hides mana fluctuations. Doesn't need to be high-grade, just effective."

The man nodded and reached under his counter, pulling out a small, featureless black mask. It looked ordinary, but Ankush could sense the faint mana weaving within its fibers.

"Shadow Veil Mask. Blocks basic mana detection, conceals facial recognition up to 70%. Good enough?"

Ankush inspected it briefly before tossing a small pouch onto the counter. The old man weighed the bag, nodded in satisfaction, and slid the mask across the counter. No unnecessary words were exchanged.

Ankush slipped the mask into his inventory, gave a slight nod, and disappeared into the crowd once more.

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[Location: South City Mall | Time: 5:15 PM]

The South City Mall was one of Kolkata's largest awakened trading centers, a sprawling commercial complex designed specifically for hunters, merchants, and artifact dealers. Unlike the open chaos of New Market, South City was an organized, high-security environment where only verified traders could set up shop.

Everything here was regulated, legal, and closely monitored.

But that also meant it was the safest place to sell high-value loot without raising suspicions.

Ankush made his way through the entrance checkpoint, flashing his hunter ID at the guards before stepping into the main trading hall. The sheer variety of goods on display was staggering—racks of enchanted weapons, potion stalls with shimmering elixirs, scroll shops filled with ancient techniques. Large digital boards displayed real-time prices for rare materials, adjusted based on supply and demand.

He walked past several merchant stalls before stopping in front of a licensed mana stone buyer. The man behind the counter was middle-aged, well-dressed, and clearly used to dealing with high-value transactions.

Ankush placed a small pouch onto the counter and slid it forward.

The merchant raised an eyebrow before opening it. Inside were two B+ mana stones and three A- mana stones, glowing softly with condensed energy.

The man's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his surprise. "A good haul," he said smoothly, reaching for a scanner. He waved it over the stones, his terminal flashing numbers rapidly.

"Two B+ stones, three A- stones… That brings the total to 2.4 million CRG after market adjustments. Satisfied?"

Ankush gave a slight nod. The price was fair.

The merchant tapped on his terminal, transferring the funds to the anonymous bank account Ankush had linked to his hunter ID. The moment the transaction was complete, he retrieved the stones and carefully stored them away.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Ankush said nothing, merely turning to leave. He had what he came for.

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[Decision – Keeping the S- Mana Stone]

As he walked through the mall, his mind drifted back to the S- mana stone still sitting in his inventory. It was a rare prize, the kind of item that could instantly elevate someone's status if they sold it to the right buyer. Governments, elite guilds, even black market dealers would be willing to kill for it.

But that was precisely why he wasn't going to sell it.

The moment he put an S- ranked mana stone on the market, he would draw unwanted attention. Questions would be asked. Deals would be offered. Threats would follow.

Ankush wasn't ready for that yet.

He had no intention of revealing his true strength until he was ready to reshape the world on his own terms.

For now, the stone would remain in his inventory, untouched and unseen.

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[Location: Ankush's Home | Time: 6:30 PM]

The sun had fully set by the time he arrived back at his family's three-story house. The warm glow of lights illuminated the windows, the faint scent of home-cooked food drifting through the air.

His parents were home.

For a brief moment, he hesitated at the entrance. He could already hear the distant sound of his mother's voice from the kitchen, his father watching the news in the living room. A part of him wanted to tell them everything—to show them what he had accomplished, to share the truth.

But he knew it wasn't the right time.

His world was shifting too fast. His power was growing at a rate that no one could comprehend. If he spoke now, they wouldn't understand. Worse, they might worry, try to stop him, or attract the wrong kind of attention.

He took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts aside.

For now, he would stay silent.

With a calm expression, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.