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.

Xiniz stood at the summit like a storm given form, his blade alive with lightning—arcs of blue dancing along its edge like ravenous serpents.

His eyes were cold and razor-sharp, locked onto Elijah and Tristan with a predator's unwavering focus.

Each breath he drew stirred the air, thick with tension, the metallic tang of ozone slicing through their nostrils like a silent warning from the heavens.

Tristan spat blood onto the stone and wiped his mouth, a smear of crimson painting the back of his hand.

His stance held firm despite the dull, pulsing pain that thrummed through his ribs and spine.

His chest rose and fell in calm defiance. "He's fast," he muttered, voice low but gritty, eyes never leaving Xiniz.

Elijah stood slightly ahead, red eyes narrowing.

Red Ki Vs Lightning Ki