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

Flashback Arc - Chapter 2

"The Arrival at Dibrugarh"

Dibrugarh Railway Station – 5:30 AM

The train screeched to a halt, metal grinding against metal, as the morning mist clung to the air. Dibrugarh.

Mri stepped off first, his red eyes scanning the area. This city had a different air—heavier, thicker, charged with something unspoken. The towering buildings, the chaotic streets, the distant honking of rickshaws and bikes—it was a far cry from the peaceful riversides of Majuli.

Ishu and Kai followed, stretching as they adjusted to their new surroundings.

> "Feels different," Kai muttered, pulling his backpack higher on his shoulder.

> "Not hell yet," Mri corrected, his voice low. "That comes later."

Aamon was supposed to meet them at the station, but there was no sign of him. Mri checked his phone. No messages.

Ishu frowned. "Where the hell is Aamon?"

Kai pulled out his own phone, but before he could dial, a sharp whistle caught their attention.

A young man with wild black hair, sharp eyes, and a half-smirk stood near a tea stall, sipping from a small cup. Aamon.

His clothes were wrinkled like he had been up all night. The last two years had changed him. He looked older, tougher—like someone who had seen things he didn't want to talk about.

> "Took you long enough." Aamon's voice was calm, but there was a weight behind it.

Mri walked up to him. No words were needed.

They gripped each other's hands—a silent acknowledgment of what lay ahead.

Kai grinned. "Did you even sleep?"

Aamon exhaled through his nose. "Do I look like I sleep?"

Ishu crossed his arms. "So? What's the situation?"

Aamon's smirk faded. His expression turned serious.

> "Not here. Let's go somewhere quiet."

Aamon led them through the narrow alleyways of Dibrugarh, past early morning vendors setting up their stalls. The air smelled of chai, fried samosas, and damp earth.

They arrived at an abandoned warehouse near the river, hidden between two old buildings. Inside, a single mattress, a chair, and a desk cluttered with papers and maps filled the space.

Ishu raised an eyebrow. "This is your hideout?"

Aamon threw his bag down. "It's not much, but no one bothers me here."

Mri walked over to the desk, eyes narrowing at a photo pinned to the wall.

A man in his late 30s, wearing a dark coat, stood in the middle of a street, his face partially turned away.

Aamon nodded. "Diroj Sen. That bastard."

Ishu's expression darkened. "So he's the one who…"

Aamon's jaw tightened. "Yeah. He killed my family. And I finally found him."

Kai sat down on the desk, arms crossed. "Where is he now?"

Aamon exhaled. "He's deep inside the city, protected. He's not just some random murderer. He's connected."

Mri's eyes flickered. "Connected to what?"

Aamon's voice dropped lower. "The underground."

Kai let out a slow breath. "Well, that complicates things."

Ishu shook his head. "Then we'll just tear through them."

Mri leaned forward, his voice steady.

Aamon tapped the map. "Dibrugarh Academy."

Kai frowned. "What's the connection?"

Aamon's eyes gleamed. "Diroj's nephew is a student there. And Diroj himself visits often."

Mri nodded. "Then that's our way in."

Ishu leaned against the wall. "And once we're inside?"

Aamon's smile was cold. "We hunt."

Dibrugarh Academy – 8:00 AM

The massive iron gates of Dibrugarh Academy loomed ahead. It was nothing like their old school in Majuli. The campus was huge, with towering buildings, well-dressed students, and a heavy security presence.

As they walked through the gates, Mri, Ishu, Kai, and Aamon knew one thing—

> This wasn't just a school. It was a battlefield.

Chapter 68: The Arrival