Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

June 6th, 1658

While Vijay slept soundly through the first stage of the overnight operation, the director of Bharatiya Internal Pragya, Selvan, along with 40 analysts, a large team of encryptors and agents, didn’t even have a moment to rest their eyes.

Vijay could rest because the first stage of the operation was nothing but the repetitive work of sending orders sequentially to all intelligence handlers throughout the northern part of the empire.

The agents and analysts, however, had to make sure everything was proceeding correctly and that the timing was being followed exactly to the dot, as even missing the time by a few minutes would lead to a resultant error of more than 90 minutes with every small mistake committed.

Fortunately, there was no mistake in the operation; everything went according to plan. It was for this reason that, although everyone had red, bloodshot eyes and haggard faces, they did not look like they lacked energy. Instead, they looked like people ready to go all night once more.

Vijay, who woke up and saw this bunch of vampires, was startled and caught off guard, but thankfully he realized they were human beings and not vampires because sunlight had come into the command centre through the windows, and no one actually died.

Putting his ridiculous thoughts aside, Vijay slowly went over to Selvan. "What’s our current status?"

Selvan picked up his logbook. "The first part of the operation was a great success, Your Majesty, and so was the second part, as we were successful in sending the message of your visit to their city to various panchayats through the official channels.

To avoid making things more complex, the message we sent not only contained instructions to the city administrators about your visit to their city but also to the intelligence handlers, as we have cleverly hidden a double-encrypted code that only the handlers can understand.

So, when the respective city administrators prepare for your so-called ’arrival,’ the handlers who received the double-encrypted message will have already known about the operation’s process by now."

Selvan looked serious

"With your order, Your Majesty, we can start the third part of the operation, as all the handlers are on standby and ready to contact the bait."

There wasn’t much reaction on Vijay’s face as he was already prepared. "Start the operation."

The transmission of messages started once again, but this time, the total time taken wasn’t 12 hours but six, as Vijay changed the formula to output two messages at the same time, which halved the total transmission time at the cost of increasing the error rate from around 90 minutes to around 180 minutes or less.

This was naturally unacceptable according to Vijay’s previous standards, but that was only for the overnight mission, which required absolute secrecy. Now, because they were using the official channels, there was no need to maintain such secrecy. It was perfectly fine to take a little more time for this third part of the mission.

Panchayats all over the northern part of the empire started receiving the same message:

"His Majesty in transit, please take all necessary security measures."

The city administrators in various cities did not second-guess the message, as it was straightforward enough. They simply summoned the local police officers and had them completely clear the traffic for the day and set up barricades on the roads where His Majesty would be moving.

However, certain people within the panchayats who were able to receive the message understood a different meaning:

"W3W9W5W14W9 W9W1W7 W20W21W5W12 W5W35W7W12W9 W5W21W20W1W5"

The handlers who received the information about the official message immediately pulled out their protocol books and matched the code they were given with the transmitted text.

"START THE PLAN AGENT ALPHA."

The double-encrypted code was different for different panchayats, but overall, the idea was the same: to start the plan. The handlers, who were either directly in the panchayat or had access to it in some way, received the intended message.

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Handlers from all over the northern part of the empire suddenly began utilizing the intricate web of intelligence that Bharatiya Internal Pragya had woven in every major city. Through this web, orders were sent according to the instructions they had received from their superiors.

"The deer is on the move."

"Time to use the rabbit."

"Bring the chicken out of the chicken coop."

In such a manner messages were passed, and intelligence assets—whether carriage drivers, coolies, labourers, miners, or other small-time workers—passed these messages to one another as instructed by their superiors. These individuals did not know what role they played in the larger operation, but they understood that once their part was completed, they could return to their original roles.

In this way, the message reached a special group of people waiting On the outskirts of every city across the northern part of the empire. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

This group, clad in dark clothes that concealed their identities, After receiving the signal they were waiting for, immediately got to work without any delay.

They immediately stepped onto the main road that led to the major city and, after ensuring that no one was watching, removed the cloaks they were wearing.

If anyone had seen them at that moment, they would have been shocked, as all the men were now dressed in the uniforms of the royal guard, accompanied by numerous carriages that looked identical to the official carriage of His Majesty. The carriages even bore the royal family’s insignia and the Saffron flag of the Bharatiya Empire and the Devaraya dynasty.

Even the horses looked to be the rare Raja Vamshi breed, known to be ridden only by His Majesty.

Naturally, all of this was a deception meant to mislead any Mughal remnant who might have doubts. To pull off such a convincing ruse, significant resources had to be utilized. For instance, although the carriages were not the official ones built by Raya Mobility, they were high-quality carriages modified to closely resemble the royal carriage.

As for the horses, while they looked like Raja Vamshi horses, they were not. They were actually a new breed, produced by crossbreeding Bharatiya and Tibetan horses. This breed closely resembled the Raja Vamshi horses in appearance but was quite different in terms of stamina and strength, as the Raja Vamshi horses had much greater endurance and much lower power compared to the crossbreeds.

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As the entourage of His Majesty reached the vicinity of the city, they soon caught the attention of the scouts arranged by the city to alert them of His Majesty’s arrival.

Inside the carriage, a person who had a similar build, height, and colour to Vijay was seated, acting as bait.

When the entourage started to enter the city, instruments were played as the people stood in the streets and welcomed their emperor by throwing flowers on the path that His Majesty took.

The bait knew his duty, so from time to time, he would show his face and wave at the people to not only give the people a sense of relief but also to reassure the hearts of the Mughal rebels who might still be hesitating, thinking it might be a trap.

Although the emperor’s name, Vijay Devaraya, is known to almost all the people in the empire, very few actually knew what Vijay looked like in real life. The only depictions of Vijay that some people have seen are images drawn in various government organizations.

Sadly, the exact person couldn’t be identified by the painting alone, as it is possible to confuse someone else with Vijay if they have similar enough features, with the only differentiating factors being status and wealth. This is the reason why Vijay did not hesitate to use so many Lookalikes across the nation, as I was sure that the people wouldn’t be able to identify the real him anyway.

It turned out that this pretentious operation really worked. Within the crowd of people, a suspicious pair of eyes became clear after seeing the person inside the carriage. This pair of eyes burned with hatred, completely different from the adoration of all the eyes surrounding him. But this hatred did not last long, as those eyes completely disappeared from the crowd within a few breaths.

Meanwhile, in a destitute alleyway, a group of suspicious individuals had gathered. "Janab, it’s really that pig! I saw him with my own eyes!" The familiar gaze of hatred returned to the face of a teenager barely an adult. "He was enjoying the adoration and worship of these blasphemous sinners, smiling happily." *Crack!* The boy’s knuckles cracked as he held his fist in front of his face.

"Jenab, please give me the chance to wipe that smile off his face with my own hands," the boy said, with a fanatical expression on his face—an expression that should not appear on a 16-year-old boy.

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Getting the news he had been waiting for desperately, Zameer Qureshi was actually expressionless, but anyone who knew him could see he was bursting with intense killing intent. "Brother Amir, you are right; our time has indeed come."

"Let’s go round up our men. It’s time to end this pig’s life." He then looked at the 16-year-old boy’s face and stroked his head lovingly. "Don’t worry, Chotu; I will give you the chance to take your revenge."

The boy who received the promise he wanted was almost glowing with an intense craze, screaming in his eyes.

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A somewhat similar situation took place in nearly all groups of Mughal remnants throughout the northern part of the empire. They all mobilized their men and began an ambush on the outskirts of the city along the path his majesty was expected to take.

The remnants had no other choice but to set their ambush on the outskirts of the city. Even if they were successful in their assassination, they were 1000% sure that the citizens of the city would not only cut them into pieces but even their relatives and compatriots of their religion would be torn apart.

Although they were not afraid of death and were ready to die alongside the emperor, they truly did not have the heart to destroy the lives of their compatriots for no apparent reason.

To be continued...