The Reincarnated Marwari

At nineteen, Harsh Agarwal had everything.India's youngest billionaire. Founder of Raksha Defence. Builder of Pavan 1 — a self-autonomous combat drone that rewrote what was possible. He had started from a Kirana shop in Bangalore, climbed higher than anyone thought a boy like him could reach, and was three months away from completing a 6th Generation fighter engine that would have changed the world.Then his closest friend opened a door. And someone put a truck on a bridge.He woke up as Damian — infant son of a travelling merchant in a Victorian fantasy world called Valdenmoor, two centuries removed from a great racial war that left four peoples fractured, suspicious, and quietly bleeding.No magic. No noble bloodline. No cheat system.Just the complete, undamaged memory of a billionaire who built an empire once and watched it get taken from him.He will not make the same mistake twice.In Valdenmoor, the Aelvari control the law. The Dwarric control the forges. The Asura carry forbidden knowledge in exile. The Warwulf keep sovereign forests that everyone else pretends not to want. And the humans — numerous, industrious, politically invisible — carry the whole world on their backs without a single seat at any table.Damian sees something nobody else does.Four peoples. Four economies. Four pools of talent kept artificially separated by two centuries of institutionalised distrust.And the most profitable inefficiency he has ever seen in two lifetimes.He will not fix this world with a sword. He will not fix it with magic.He will fix it with a ledger.Alongside Kael — an Asura genius carrying the weight of his people's exile. Jo — a Dwarric engineer whose creativity outpaces his common sense by a significant margin. Meera — a human seer who sees fragments of futures nobody else can read. And Mark — a Warwulf elder who laughs too loudly, tells terrible jokes, and knows an ancient prophecy he isn't ready to share yet.Somewhere in the old Asura records, carved in stone that survived the war, is a prophecy about a person who comes from elsewhere. Who carries no magic but makes magic serve them. Who unites four rivers into one ocean.Not by sword. Not by blood.By the weight of what is owed.