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.

Seasoned meat, fluffy rice, and a hint of sweet soy sauce curled through the air like an invisible hug. Even the walls seemed to lean in, eager for a bite.

Plates clinked. Steam rose like miniature smoke signals from the dishes.

The overhead light flickered once in protest—then decided, fine, it would contribute to the ambiance—and bathed the kitchen in a golden glow.

The earlier tension in the room didn't vanish, but it did take a coffee break.

Elijah sat at the end of the table like some half-retired war general, his plate a small mountain of dumplings and grilled meat, stacked with the precision of a man who'd fought too many battles to waste time with cutlery.

Jack was slouched beside Amy, poking a fried dumpling like it had personally insulted him.

Meeting