Alex_kingstone

In a world where power is dictated by gangs, cities, and families ranked from Tier 1 to Tier 6, only the strongest survive. In the Tier 4 city of Blackridge, fifteen-year-old Elijah struggles to find his place. With his mother working tirelessly and his younger sister depending on him, he has always kept his head down.

Determined to rise above the chaos, Elijah and his best friend Kai decide to create their own gang from nothing. But strength in this world isn’t given—it’s taken. The gangs that rule Blackridge won’t tolerate competition, and even the weakest gang has more resources, manpower, and experience than they do. With no money, no reputation, and no clear allies, they must navigate a brutal world of betrayals, violence, and ambition, where every decision could mean life or death.

But Elijah is different. He possesses a mysterious system that offers him power—at a cost. As he slowly uncovers its secrets, he realizes that survival is not enough. To protect those he loves, he must become stronger than anyone else. He must climb the ranks, crush the opposition, and seize control of Blackridge’s underworld.

But in a world ruled by kings, warlords, and ancient families, the price of power is steep. And when the past comes back to haunt him—when whispers of a forgotten night resurface—Elijah must confront not only his enemies but the truth about himself.

In the gang world, the strong rise, the weak perish, and only the ruthless reign supreme.

And Elijah? He plans to reign at the very top

The Path Of A True King.

Jack's eyes blinked open to the dim hue of morning light bleeding through the half-closed blinds.

The room around him was a quiet mess—clothes flung over a chair, an old punching bag swaying slightly from the last night's session, and his reflection staring back at him from the dusty mirror.

His hair had grown wilder by the day—an untamed mane matching the chaos inside.

There was no neatness in his appearance, no intention to impress.

And yet, as his red eyes met his own gaze, a smile tugged at his lips.

Not the happy kind, but the knowing kind.

A smirk that said I'm still here.

He pushed himself up, dragging his towering frame from the mattress.

After brushing his teeth and stepping into a cold shower, he threw on a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Simple.

The Walk