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

Mri's victory over Baikon had shaken the balance of power.

And now, whispers of a new force rising in Jengraimukh Brute Force Academy were spreading.

It was the kind of silence that came before a storm.

The Dragon's Wrath

Inside a dimly lit room, deep within The Dragons' territory, leader Dipangkar sat at the head of a long table.

His Green Aura flickered around him, radiating power.

The captains of all fifteen divisions were present.

Baikon, his injuries still fresh, spoke up first. "We should've ended him that day! Mri humiliated us!"

A burly captain, Abhinash (7th Division), slammed his fist on the table. "I agree! If we let this slide, everyone will think The Dragons have gone soft!"

Then, finally, he spoke. "We do nothing. For now."

Baikon clenched his jaw. "What?! Are we just going to sit and do nothing?"

Dipangkar leaned forward. "Mri isn't just some reckless fighter. If we attack blindly, we'll be walking into his game. We need to be smarter."

The Warning

Mri sat on the rooftop of the academy, watching the sunset.

Ayang and Rihan sat beside him, silent.

The Revolutionary Stars had been restless since the fight.

Ayang nodded. "And when they do, we'll be ready."

Before they could react, a group of assassins leaped from the shadows, their movements swift and precise.

Their blades gleamed in the dim light.

Ayang's body moved like a phantom—one moment he was still, the next, he was gone.

A single step and he was behind the first assassin.

His right fist crashed into the man's ribs—so fast the assassin barely had time to register pain before he was sent flying.

The second assassin lunged from behind—

Ayang ducked, spinning low before delivering a devastating elbow strike to the man's gut. The assassin coughed up blood before crumpling to the ground.

Ayang's foot slammed into the next assassin's face, sending him sprawling.

With the same motion, he grabbed the fourth by the wrist and twisted—

The assassin screamed as his arm broke.

Ayang's hand clamped around his throat before slamming him against the rooftop.

Mri, watching from the side, let out a small smirk.

Rihan whistled. "Damn. You didn't even let us help."

Ayang cracked his knuckles. "They weren't worth my time."

Mri stepped forward, looking down at the last conscious assassin. "Who sent you?"

The Challenge

That same night, The Revolutionary Stars walked straight into The Dragons' territory.

The crowd parted as Mri stepped forward, his gaze locked onto Dipangkar.

And pointed directly at Dipangkar.

Dipangkar chuckled, standing up. "You think you can take me?"

For the first time, a deep golden glow flickered around him.

The entire hall fell into stunned silence.

Even The Dragons—warriors who had seen countless battles—stood frozen.

Dipangkar's smirk faded for just a second.

He stepped forward, his own Green Aura surging.

Chapter 8:The Devil's Gathering