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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.

Chapter 75 – Awaken:

The thunderous explosion reverberated through the splintered remains of the forest, each echo a testament to the savagery of their clash.

Trees quaked from the shockwave, and wildlife scattered in panicked disarray, the natural order shattered by the battle between two titans.

Lucas tore through the treeline, his movements swift and serpentine.

His legs blurred with every step, kicking up dirt and snapping branches as he weaved between trunks with uncanny reflexes.

The air around him sparked green—his Ki flaring like an untamed wildfire.

His shirt, ragged and soaked with sweat and blood, clung to him like a second skin.

Each inhale was a gasp, each exhale a defiant refusal to yield.

Not while Jack was still standing.

I Won't Lose