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

Morning at Jengraimukh Station

The sky was painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun slowly rose over the horizon. The rhythmic chugging of the approaching train echoed through the air, mixing with the murmurs of passengers waiting on the platform.

Mri and Jasmine stood near the entrance, bags slung over their shoulders. Unlike the usual lively departures, this one felt different.

Ayang and Rihan stood in front of them, clearly unhappy.

> "I still don't get why we're not coming," Ayang grumbled.

Mri sighed. "It's not that I don't want you to come, but… this is something I have to face myself."

Jasmine crossed her arms. "And I'm coming to make sure you don't do something stupid."

Ayang looked at Mri, concern evident in his eyes. "Is it really that dangerous?"

Mri didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked down the railway tracks, lost in thought.

> "There are things in Dibrugarh I've been avoiding for years."

Jasmine glanced at him, sensing the heaviness in his voice. "And now you have to face them."

A loud whistle signaled the arrival of the train. The iron beast screeched to a halt, and steam hissed from beneath its wheels.

Ayang sighed, shaking his head. "Fine. But if you don't come back in one piece, I'll kill you myself."

Jasmine rolled her eyes. "We're not dying, guys. Relax."

With one final glance at their friends, Mri and Jasmine stepped onto the train.

As the doors shut behind them, the train lurched forward, pulling them toward the city Mri had once called home.

Inside the Train: The Past Resurfaces

The gentle rocking of the train and the distant murmurs of passengers created a strangely soothing atmosphere.

Mri sat by the window, watching the landscape blur past. His mind, however, wasn't in the present.

Jasmine, sitting across from him, noticed his expression. "You okay?"

FLASHBACK: Dibrugarh, Years Ago

The streets of Dibrugarh were never quiet.

The city buzzed with life, from the bustling markets to the narrow alleyways filled with street kids running around.

In one of those alleyways, a younger Mri—**16 years old—**sat on top of a broken car, holding a lolipop in one hand and a bruised fist in the other.

> "Mri! You got into another fight, didn't you?"

A boy, about his age, stood with his arms crossed. His name was Aamon.

Mri chewed his lolipop. "They started it."

Aamon sighed. "You really gotta stop punching people."

Mri shrugged. "I only hit bad people."

Aamon gave him a deadpan look. "You think everyone's bad."

Mri smirked. "And I'm usually right."

Aamon sat down beside him, shaking his head. "One day, you're gonna punch the wrong guy."

Mri chuckled. "Then I'll just punch him harder."

Aamon groaned. "You're impossible."

But despite his complaints, he sat there, watching the busy streets with Mri, the two of them laughing at the chaos around them.

That was before everything changed.

Before Dibrugarh became a nightmare.

Before the betrayals, the blood, and the war.

Present: Inside the Train

Jasmine noticed and frowned. "You were dreaming?"

Mri exhaled. "Just… remembering."

Jasmine leaned forward. "Want to talk about it?"

Jasmine studied him for a moment but didn't push. "Fine. But when you're ready, I'll listen."

Outside, the landscapes blurred, shifting from green fields to city lights.

Chapter 67: Departure to Dibrugarh