Ur_Mri

Gangsters: Rise to the Top

Jengraimukh Tiniali Academy in Majuli isn’t just a school—it’s a war zone disguised as an institution. With over 12,000 students, this prestigious academy is known for producing some of the strongest individuals in the world. But beneath its disciplined facade, the real power lies in the underground student unions, each fighting for dominance. These factions control resources, influence, and even certain teachers, making the academy a battlefield where only the strongest survive.

The rules claim that violence is forbidden inside the academy, yet power struggles happen in the shadows. Strength is everything, and nothing determines a fighter’s potential more than their AURA. A person’s Aura Color defines their strength, mentality, and willpower. But there’s more—few individuals awaken Darkened Auras, becoming even more powerful. And rarer still are those who achieve Cosmic Auras, the pinnacle of strength. Among the legends, only a select few are blessed with the Lightning Aura, an ancient power passed down through bloodlines.

In the middle of this chaos stands Mriganko Doley, a fighter with a past shrouded in mystery. He doesn’t fight for dominance, nor does he seek power. He fights to tear down the broken system that controls the academy. He has his own reasons—his own scars that fuel his rage. But to achieve his goal, he must face the strongest fighters, defy the unions that rule the academy, and uncover the secrets behind the AURA system itself.

Yet the academy is only the beginning. The World Government, a massive organization that controls all seven continents, has been silently watching. Their grip over the world is absolute, enforced by an elite group of assassins and enforcers, with three supreme rulers at the top. They will do whatever it takes to crush those who resist their power.

As Mri rises through the ranks, he will not only face powerful foes but also form unbreakable bonds, experience devastating betrayals, and challenge the very foundations of power itself.

Gang wars. Power struggles. Secret organizations. A fight against the world's greatest rulers.

To rise to the top, one must first survive the fall.

Gangsters:Rise To The Top

The final bell rang, signaling the end of the day's last class.

Jengraimukh Academy's corridors flooded with students—some rushing to their hostels, others gathering in groups, whispering strategies and alliances. This school was a battlefield, even when fists weren't flying.

A week had passed since Mri's arrival.

He walked through the hallways, hands in his pockets, his sharp jawline catching the dim glow of the setting sun. Unlike the others, he didn't rush. He didn't talk. He simply walked.

Beside him, Ayang matched his pace—his childhood friend, now the leader of The Revolutionary Stars. He had changed, his presence carrying the weight of leadership. A faint flicker of green aura danced around him, a subtle reminder of his power.

"You've been quiet today," Ayang noted, scanning Mri's unreadable expression.

Mri exhaled. "Nothing worth talking about."

Ayang smirked. "Still pretending not to care?"

Mri stopped. He turned slightly, his dark eyes sharper than before.

"I care about the things that matter."

A beat of silence. Their gazes locked—a moment of unspoken understanding.

Before the gangs. Before the wars. Before Jengraimukh Academy.

From the other side of the hallway, a group of students parted like the Red Sea—not out of respect, but out of fear.

Three figures emerged.

"Look who it is. The so-called 'Legend of Dibrugarh' acting like he's something special in Jengraimukh."

Mri remained still. Ayang's smirk faded.

The one who had spoken was Baikon Lagachu, Vice President of The Dragons—the most feared gang in the academy. His Black Aura swirled like a storm, and the arrogance in his stance was undeniable.

Behind him, two more figures loomed—division captains of The Dragons, their eyes burning with hostility.

Ayang cracked his knuckles. "Let me guess—you came looking for a fight?"

Baikon laughed, his voice echoing through the hallway.

"Inside the academy? Don't be stupid, Ayang." His grin widened. "But outside?"

He leaned in slightly, locking eyes with Mri.

"You and I both know that's a different story."

A faint pressure filled the air—tension.

Everyone knew the rule: no fights inside the academy.

But outside? It was a free-for-all.

"You've been keeping your head down since you got here, Mri. But that's not how things work here." His voice dropped. "I know who you are. What you've done. But none of that matters in Jengraimukh. You're either at the top, or you're nothing."

He turned away, his challenge set in stone.

"Tomorrow night. The Eastern Ground. No running. No excuses."

As he and his men disappeared into the crowd, a wave of murmurs erupted.

Ayang sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Well... that escalated quickly."

Mri didn't respond right away. He stared at the spot where Baikon had been standing.

Then—slowly—his lips curled into a smirk.

Chapter 3:The Challenge