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 Tension Grows

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with something unspoken. Mri sat at the edge of the couch, his mind still lingering on Jasmine's past. She stood by the window, arms crossed, the city lights casting long shadows across her figure.

She turned to him suddenly. "You haven't said anything."

Mri smirked. "What do you want me to say? That I feel sorry for you?"

Jasmine scoffed, stepping closer. "You're not like other guys, are you?"

"And you're not like other girls." His eyes flickered, tracing her form. She was stunning—not just beautiful, but powerful. There was a wildness in her, a fire that couldn't be tamed.

She took another step. "You know, Mri… you fascinate me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why's that?"

Jasmine leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Because you don't chase me."

Her breath was warm against his skin. He could feel the heat between them—the push and pull, the silent challenge.

She moved even closer, her fingertips grazing his chest, testing the waters. Mri didn't flinch. Didn't step back.

His hands instinctively went to her waist, his grip firm but not forceful. Jasmine smirked, her lips inches from his.

"Tell me, Mri…" she whispered, her fingers trailing down his arm. "Do you want me?"

Mri chuckled, tilting his head slightly. "You're playing a dangerous game, Jasmine."

Her fingers slid up to his jawline, tracing it lightly. "And you're not?"

She suddenly pulled back slightly, a teasing smile on her lips. Slowly, she reached for the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one.

Mri's gaze darkened, but he stayed still, waiting.

The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing smooth skin, toned curves. Beneath, she wore a tight black crop top, showing just enough to leave him wanting more.

She crossed her arms, watching his reaction. "Still not chasing?"

Mri leaned forward, his voice low. "I don't chase. But that doesn't mean I don't want."

Jasmine exhaled sharply, her pulse quickening.

Before anything else could happen—BANG, BANG, BANG.

Jasmine clicked her tongue in annoyance, grabbing her shirt and throwing it back on. Mri sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Tch. Perfect timing," Jasmine muttered.

Mri stood up, rolling his shoulders. "Who the hell is it?"

A man in a black cloak stood there—one of Dipangkar's messengers.

"Invitation from The Dragons," he said coldly. "Tomorrow. The Arena. Be there."

Mri exchanged a glance with Jasmine.

The heat between them was gone, replaced by something else.

A challenge. A battle. The next step in his journey.

Mri smirked. "Guess playtime's over."

Chapter 15:The Fire Between Us