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

His body moved faster than ever before.

Jasmine launched her final attack.

A direct hit to Dorian's weakened chest.

Luwanto knelt beside him, his voice shaking. "I'm sorry… this is my fault."

Jibran smiled weakly. "Nah… we won."

Mri looked at the ruins around them.

The Return to Arunachal Pradesh Academy

The battle was over. The war against the Blood Root Syndicate had ended in victory—but at a heavy cost.

As the Seven Sisters Academies' S-Rank students gathered at Arunachal Pradesh Academy for the final ceremony, a quiet tension filled the air.

> They had fought. They had bled. They had lost.

Mri, Jasmine, Ayang, and Tanuja stood together, looking at the empty space where Shahid should have been.

The scars of war weren't just on their bodies. They were in their hearts.

The grand hall of Arunachal Pradesh Academy was filled with students, professors, and academy heads from all Seven Sisters' institutions.

Professor Dhruv, head of the Arunachal Pradesh Academy, stood at the podium.

He looked over the crowd—his usual stern expression softened.

> "This year's Academic Annual Event was unlike any other."

> "Our students did not just face challenges… they faced the greatest crisis our academies have ever seen."

Mri clenched his fists. He could still hear Jibran's last words.

Jasmine whispered, "They should be here."

Ayang nodded solemnly. "Shahid, Jibran,… they fought alongside us till the end."

Tanuja wiped her eyes but stood tall.

Professor Dhruv's voice carried through the hall.

> "This year's winning team displayed not only skill and strength but also unity, intelligence, and unmatched courage in the face of true terror."

> "The champions of the Seven Sisters' Academic Annual Event are…

Students clapped, professors nodded in approval, and their fellow warriors from other academies smiled in respect.

But Mri and the others didn't move.

Because this victory… felt hollow.

> Shahid should have been here, smiling with them.

> Jibran should have been cracking a joke.

Jasmine took a deep breath and stepped forward. She raised the trophy high—but her hands shook.

> "It belongs to those who fought and never returned."

Then—a slow, powerful applause began.

As the ceremony ended, the students slowly left the hall.

Mri stood at the back, staring at the sunset outside the academy.

Dhruv studied him. "War never feels like a victory."

Dhruv placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

> "Because the world isn't done with you yet."

Chapter 62:The Final Blow