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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 95: The Queen

The sun bled orange behind a veil of city smog as Aurora strode across cracked sidewalks.

The haze clung to the skyline like ash on a dying flame.

Men in black suits flanked the corners, backs stamped with a jagged sun emblem—corrupted and violent.

They bowed their heads as she passed, silent and reverent, acknowledging the authority she wore like a blade.

Two shadows moved beside her—Zeke and Colt. Towering, silent, wrapped in dark fabric.

Their eyes never rested, hands hovering near concealed weapons.

The Azura Gang had turned the city into a marketplace of firepower.

Pistols were street candy now. Shotguns, AKs—bulk orders from black-market ghosts.

Underpaid, outgunned, and out of breath, the police had long since chosen the path of least resistance: looking the other way.

The Azura Gang was the law here. The only law.