Welcome to our story.

So let us begin from the moment where the first chapter came to an end.

After defeating the goblin, Aryan and his two younger siblings crossed the forest together. Earlier, Aryan had hidden them safely among the distant bushes, far away from danger. As they finally emerged from the dense woods, a breathtaking sight unfolded before them-a city stood right in front of their eyes.

It was a city built entirely of stone. Massive stone houses stood proudly, and at the entrance was a gigantic gate guarded by soldiers dressed in military attire. Anyone who wished to enter the city had to show a mark on their hand. Those who already possessed the mark-or were willing to receive it-were allowed to pass through the gate.

Aryan and his siblings joined the line.

When Aryan's turn arrived, a guard asked him something. Aryan didn't know how, but he and his siblings could clearly understand the words. At that moment, the familiar blue light spoke inside his mind.

"You can understand their language because your own language has transformed into the language of this world."

"Oh... that makes sense," Aryan replied internally. "But what about my brother and sister?"

"Your power has been inherited by them as well. That is why they can understand this language too."

Aryan's attention shifted back to the guard, who repeated, "Show me your mark."

"I don't have one," Aryan replied honestly.

"Then do you wish to receive the mark and become a resident of our city?" the guard asked.

So this mark is basically a visa, Aryan thought.

That was when he learned from a nearby man that the city was called Swarajpur. Aryan nodded in agreement, and soon the mark was placed on his hand-and on the hands of his siblings as well.

As soon as they entered the city, all eyes turned toward them.

Since emerging from the white light, Aryan had changed dramatically. He had become strikingly handsome-almost unreal.

People whispered among themselves.

Can a human really be this beautiful?

"I wish he were my boyfriend," said a plump girl dreamily.

"Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?" another girl snapped. "Forget being his girlfriend-he wouldn't even glance at you."

"He would obviously want someone beautiful like me," a third girl said smugly.

Soon, a large crowd gathered around Aryan.

Seeing the commotion, the city commander arrived. Her name was Sana.

She was around twenty or twenty-one years old, graceful and beautiful, with a slender figure. She wore a soldier's uniform-but it was clearly superior to that of an ordinary soldier. A faint shade of red colored her hair. Her eyes were light brown, her nose sharp, and her lips soft like flower petals.

When Sana saw Aryan, she froze for a brief moment, unconsciously lost in his face. Quickly regaining her composure, she asked,

"Why have you gathered such a crowd?"

"They gathered on their own," Aryan replied calmly.

Sana immediately dispersed the crowd.

Then she looked at Aryan again and asked,

"By the way... are you new here?"

"Yes," Aryan said. "How did you know?"

"I've seen all kinds of people," Sana replied. "I can tell who's new and who isn't just by looking at their face."

"Oh," Aryan said simply.

"So, where are you headed?" Sana asked.

"I don't know," Aryan admitted. "I'm new to this city."

At that moment, his little sister-about eight or nine years old-tugged at his pants and gestured for him to bend down. She whispered into his ear,

"Brother, that big sister is really nice, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is," Aryan replied softly.

"Then marry her! The neighbor aunty said that if you wait too long, you won't find a bride."

Hearing her innocent words, Aryan smiled.

"That's not true," he said gently. "And even if I wanted to marry, there's no shortage of girls. You saw that earlier, didn't you?"

His sister placed her hand on her head thoughtfully.

"Okay, brother."

Aryan smiled again, completely melted by her cuteness.

Sana noticed the interaction and asked,

"Who are they?"

"They're my younger siblings," Aryan replied.

"They're very cute," Sana said with a smile.

"If you don't have any work, come with me," she added. "I'll help you find a job."

She motioned for him to follow, and Aryan walked behind her with his siblings. As they moved through the city, Aryan was astonished. Everyone used magic-whether it was a vegetable vendor or a wealthy businessman.

Soon, they stopped in front of a restaurant.

"You'll get a job here," Sana said and walked inside.

"This restaurant belongs to my Aunt Ria," she explained. "She's very old now and can't manage it on her own. She needs someone

to take care of it."

Inside, Sana spotted her aunt and immediately hugged her.

"My daughter! How are you?" Aunt Ria asked.

"I'm fine, Auntie," Sana replied.

"And look who I brought today," Sana said, pointing toward Aryan.

When Aunt Ria saw such a handsome young man following Sana, she instantly assumed he was Sana's boyfriend.

"So you got yourself a boyfriend and didn't even tell me!" she exclaimed. "Tell him to sit with me-I'll talk to him about your marriage."

She said all of that in one breath.

"Auntie, he's not my boyfriend!" Sana protested.

Aunt Ria's face drooped slightly.

"Oh... he isn't?"

"So what if he isn't?" she continued cheerfully. "He can become one. I don't think even royal princes would be as handsome as this boy."

"Auntie, I can't do this," Sana said, though a faint blush appeared on her face.

"I can tell from your blush whether you want it or not," Aunt Ria teased. "Don't worry, I'll talk to him."

"No, Auntie," Sana said quickly, stopping her.

Meanwhile, Aryan and his siblings approached them, amazed by the massive and magical restaurant.

This was no ordinary place. Demi-humans, yoginis, and vampires were calmly dining together.

Aryan bowed respectfully.

"Hello, Auntie."

"What are you doing?" Aunt Ria asked.

"This is how people greet each other in our city," Aryan replied.

"Oh," she said with interest. "So, do you want to work here?"

"Yes, Auntie," Aryan answered.

"Then you'll wake up at nine every morning, open the restaurant, command the magical stove to cook, and serve food to the tables," she said.

Aryan looked at the stove-it was cooking on its own.

"You don't need to worry about accommodation," Aunt Ria continued. "I have a room. You and your siblings can stay there. I'll provide food as well."

"And your salary will be two silver coins."

The blue light had already told Aryan that one silver coin was worth a thousand bronze coins-and that a family could survive comfortably on just a thousand.

Two thousand bronze coins, plus food and shelter, was more than enough.

"Thank you," Aryan said sincerely.

And so, Aryan began working there.

But what awaits him next?

How will Aryan survive in this new world?

To witness the rise of a magician among magicians-

Stay tuned. ✨

As we read earlier, Aryan started working at Aunt Riya's restaurant.

After one month, Aunt Riya realized that because of Aryan, the restaurant's sales had increased massively. In fact, the restaurant had earned more profit in just one month than it had in the entire previous year.

Because of Aryan, the number of girls visiting the restaurant increased so much that Aunt Riya had to start distributing tokens just to manage the order of customers. The situation became so extreme that people even started selling restaurant entry tickets on the black market.

Seeing the growing popularity of the restaurant, many other restaurant owners offered Aryan attractive deals to join them

Seeing the growing popularity of the restaurant, many other restaurant owners offered Aryan attractive deals to join them. However, Aryan refused all of them because he felt that leaving would be a betrayal to Aunt Riya.

Slowly, all the young men in the city began to feel jealous of Aryan. Unmarried girls had already started imagining Aryan as their future husband. Because of this jealousy, a few people even came to the restaurant intending to attack Aryan. But Aunt Riya scared them away by invoking the name of Sana, the city's commander.

Soon, rumors spread throughout the royal family that a boy even more handsome than the royal prince himself was working in a small restaurant.

Hearing this, Princess Babita decided to find out the truth herself. Disguised as a servant, she went to the restaurant.

As soon as she entered, she saw that the place was completely packed, and most of the customers were girls. Just then, a boy walked out, and everyone turned to look at him. Princess Babita's eyes also fell on him, and she found herself staring for a few moments.

"So the rumors were true... even our royal brothers look ordinary in front of him," she thought.

At that moment, Aryan came to her table and asked politely,

"Miss, what would you like to have?"

"Oh-yes," Babita said, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Please bring me the best dish of this restaurant."

After some time, Aryan returned with a samosa.

Looking at the dish, Babita asked curiously,

"What is this?"

"This is one of our restaurant's best dishes-samosa," Aryan replied.

In fact, within just one month, Aryan had taught the magical stove several dishes from his own world, such as samosa, burgers, and pizza.

When Princess Babita tasted the samosa, her eyes lit up.

"Wow! This is amazing!" she exclaimed and immediately tried to give Aryan her diamond ring as a reward.

"No, miss. There's no need for that," Aryan said firmly, refusing to take it.

Just then, Aunt Riya approached Aryan and said,

"Son, you've been selected for the Magician's Hall. Now you can learn magic like everyone else. I'm sure you'll do great there."

"Thank you, Aunt," Aryan said as he opened the letter. After reading it, his happiness knew no bounds.

He ran straight to Sana, who was working in her office, and suddenly hugged her.

"Sana! I got selected... I got selected!" Aryan said excitedly.

"First, take a deep breath and calm down," Sana said with a smile.

"Now tell me, what happened?"

"I got selected for the Magician's Hall!"

"Really?" Sana exclaimed happily and hugged him back.

Suddenly, both of them realized their position and quickly stepped apart, feeling awkward.

Over the past month, Sana and Aryan had become very close friends. Deep down, Sana had started liking Aryan, but she was afraid to confess. She feared that Aryan might feel uncomfortable and that their friendship would break.

The Magician's Hall was a place where magicians were trained and assigned missions based on their levels. No one could enter it freely. Everyone had to pass an entrance exam consisting of five rounds, out of which at least three rounds were mandatory to pass.

Everyone had to pass an entrance exam consisting of five rounds, out of which at least three rounds were mandatory to pass

Only those under the age of thirty and who had reached at least the Second Tier level were eligible.

But Aryan had already reached the Grand Tier level by defeating several goblins, a rampaging demi-human, and a baby Crabster within just one month.

After that, Aryan went to pick up his younger siblings from their primary magic school and returned with them to the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Princess Babita sat in her palace chamber, blushing as she thought about Aryan.

"When will I meet him again?" she wondered.

Suddenly, she stood up.

"Wait... he's going to the Magician's Hall. Then I'll go there too!"

She rushed to inform her father, Maharaj Surya, the ruler of the city.

At that moment, the Maharaj was in his chamber with his first wife, Queen Ravina-Babita's mother.

In reality, Maharaj Surya had married Ravina when he was still a prince and never wanted to marry again. However, royal tradition demanded that a king must have at least four or five wives; otherwise, he would be deemed unfit to rule.

Forced by tradition, he married five times and had two children from each queen. Still, he spent most of his time with Ravina, which made the other queens secretly jealous, though they could do nothing except praise her openly.

Just then, Princess Babita burst into the chamber.

"Father... Father..." she said, panting.

"Slow down," the Maharaj said calmly.

"What's the hurry?"

Catching her breath, Babita said,

"I want to go to the Magician's Hall."

Both the Maharaj and the Queen were shocked. Babita had never shown any interest in magic before and had previously refused to go.

"Why the sudden change? You were the one who rejected it earlier," the Maharaj said.

"That was before. I want to go now," Babita replied firmly.

"But the royal family only gets ten seats at the Magician's Hall every year. Since you refused earlier, we gave your seat to someone else," the Maharaj explained.

"How could you give my seat to someone else?" Babita protested.

"I want my seat back!"

In truth, although the Magician's Hall belonged under royal territory, the royal family had no authority over its decisions.

When the Magician's Hall was established, an agreement was made between the royal family and the Great Grand Magician Alhara. According to it, the royal family would never interfere in the Hall's decisions, and in return, the Hall would grant them ten seats every year.

Alhara was one of the most powerful magicians in the country, famous across the land. People believed he possessed a unique blessing from nature that allowed him to live far longer than ordinary humans. Even now, Alhara was said to be nearly a thousand years old.

Finally, the Maharaj sighed and said, "Alright, I'll get your seat back

Finally, the Maharaj sighed and said,

"Alright, I'll get your seat back. Just don't be angry."

Babita smiled brightly.

"Thank you, Father."

The Maharaj then summoned the ten candidates selected for the Magician's Hall. Among them, he called Samira-the weakest among them.

"You already know you're not good at magic," the Maharaj said gently.

"You're not even qualified for the entrance exam. This seat would be wasted on you. Why not give it to Babita instead?"

Though Samira smiled and handed over her entrance token, deep inside she felt burning jealousy.

And so, the day finally arrived when the new session of the Magician's Hall began.

What will happen next?

Will Princess Babita trap Aryan in her web of love?

Will Aryan truly become a magician?

To find out, keep reading - Jadugaro ka Jadugar

Aryan was packing his books to leave for the Magician's Hall when suddenly his little brother and sister came running from behind and hugged him tightly. They barely reached up to his waist.

"Hey, you two woke up so early today?" Aryan asked with a smile.

"Yes! Because you're going today!" they both replied together.

"I'm not leaving forever," Aryan said softly, hugging them back.

"I'll be back by evening."

With that, Aryan stepped out of the house.

He put on his shoes and began flying toward the Magician's Hall.

Aryan had saved money to buy these magical flying shoes, which allowed him to fly anywhere easily. The only downside was that they consumed a huge amount of magical energy, which is why Aryan rarely used them.

But today was different.

The Magician's Hall itself was a city-sized college floating in the sky.

As Aryan flew forward, he noticed many others heading in the same direction, wearing their own magical shoes. Some were even traveling in magical vehicles-cars and trucks powered by magic.

Magical vehicles consumed far less magical energy than shoes and were much faster, but their starting price was five hundred gold coins

Magical vehicles consumed far less magical energy than shoes and were much faster, but their starting price was five hundred gold coins.

Aryan couldn't afford that yet.

That's why he was using the magical shoes.

Just then, a girl driving a magical truck approached Aryan mid-air.

"Hi, handsome! If you're heading to the Magician's Hall, why not ride with me? You'll reach faster-and you won't have to waste your magic," she said flirtatiously.

Before she could finish, another girl arrived in a sporty magic car.

"You don't deserve to sit in her boring truck. You should come with me," she said, glaring at the first girl.

The two immediately started arguing.

Before things could escalate, Sana arrived in her commander's extra-large magic car, grabbed Aryan, and drove away, leaving the two girls behind still fighting.

Before things could escalate, Sana arrived in her commander's extra-large magic car, grabbed Aryan, and drove away, leaving the two girls behind still fighting

Inside the car, Sana exploded in anger.

"Have you lost your mind? Flying all this distance using magic shoes-while I exist?"

"Do you even know how much energy you'll waste on the way? How will you attend your first class then?"

"Okay, okay-sorry!" Aryan said, holding his ears apologetically.

"It won't happen again."

Seeing him like that, Sana's anger slowly faded.

"Next time, don't do this. Or remember-I won't spare you," she warned.

"Got it! Never again," Aryan replied quickly.

Sana dropped Aryan at the gates of the Magician's Hall.

Only students and teachers were allowed inside.

"Alright, I'll come pick you up after class," Sana said.

"Okay," Aryan replied.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Princess Babita was heading toward the Magician's Hall in a grand convoy of twenty to thirty magic cars, sitting in the center inside a luxury Branda magic vehicle.

Princess Babita was heading toward the Magician's Hall in a grand convoy of twenty to thirty magic cars, sitting in the center inside a luxury Branda magic vehicle

Branda was the most prestigious magic vehicle company in the world-

the Rolls-Royce of this realm.

Inside the car, Babita was lost in thoughts.

"Does he remember me?" she wondered silently.

At the Magician's Hall, Aryan was walking toward his class when a few senior students called him over.

Aryan instantly understood-

this was going to be ragging.

But he wasn't scared.

"Why are you wearing a mask? Is something wrong with your face?" one senior said arrogantly.

In reality, Sana had forced Aryan to wear the mask in the car.

"You've already attracted enough girls. Keep it on," she had said, acting like a jealous girlfriend.

Thinking about that, Aryan smiled inwardly.

"Hey! Take off the mask," another senior snapped.

Aryan didn't move.

"Looks like this newbie doesn't understand words," said a senior at Grand Tier level.

"I'll take it off myself."

As the senior stepped forward and reached for Aryan's mask-

Aryan grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?! Let go!" the senior shouted.

"Free yourself," Aryan replied calmly.

No matter how hard the senior tried, he couldn't pull his hand free.

"Brothers! What are you staring at? Help me!" he yelled.

All the seniors released their magical power and rushed at Aryan.

Every one of them was at Grand Tier First Stage, some even Second Stage.

Even a Third Stage Grand Tier wouldn't be able to handle so many at once.

But Aryan... didn't even flinch.

He released the senior's hand, punched him down, and started fighting the rest using only his physical strength.

He released the senior's hand, punched him down, and started fighting the rest using only his physical strength

A First Tier human, with magic, could kill a thousand goblins.

These were Grand Tier elites-

And yet, Aryan was defeating them bare-handed.

One by one, they fell.

Suddenly-

A punch landed on Aryan's face.

It was their leader, Suryansh, at Grand Tier Fifth Stage.

The punch knocked Aryan's mask off.

At the gate, Princess Babita-who had been watching from afar with excitement-froze.

She recognized him instantly.

Seeing blood on his face, she rushed forward.

"Aryan... Aryan-!"

But her bodyguards stopped her.

Her nanny whispered,

"He'll be fine. Just watch."

Now Aryan was truly angry.

He released his power.

Everyone was stunned.

Grand Tier - Stage Eight.

Higher than even seniors a year older than him.

Suryansh panicked.

"Don't touch me! My elder brother is a teacher here! If you hurt me, you're finished!"

Aryan didn't slow down.

As he walked forward, the wound on his face began healing on its own.

The crowd was shocked.

Self-healing was rare even in the Royal Family.

And such fast regeneration-

even teachers didn't possess it.

Princess Babita felt proud of her choice.

Aryan punched Suryansh.

A deeper wound appeared on Suryansh's face than the one Aryan had suffered.

"Remember this," Aryan said coldly.

"Never try to play with my face again."

He turned to leave-

When suddenly, a voice echoed through the hall:

"How dare you cause such chaos inside the Magician's Hall?"

So... whose voice was it?

Has Aryan made a serious mistake?

To find out, keep reading - Jadugaro Ka Jaadugar. ✨🔥