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In a world where schools are more than places of learning, Axel Reyes enters college determined to leave his violent past behind. Once the feared leader of a legendary high school gang, he’s now just another freshman in a course full of misfits, trying to live a quiet, normal life.

But peace doesn’t last long.

Axel quickly discovers that his new school is ruled by an underground system where each academic course is led by its own gang—and the strongest dominate. Reluctantly drawn back into the world he swore to leave, Axel is forced to fight not for pride, but survival.

As he rises through the ranks, taking on powerful opponents and winning unlikely allies, he finds that the battles inside campus walls are only the beginning. In the shadows beyond school grounds, something bigger waits—a buried legacy, and a war far greater than anyone realizes.

Friendship, loyalty, betrayal, and buried truths collide in a world where fists speak louder than words—and history never stays buried.

Legacy of the Belt

Student Council Office – Late Afternoon

The room was colder than Axel expected. The large windows let in a dull, fading light, casting long shadows across the marble table and leather chairs. It looked less like a school office and more like a courtroom.

Maeve stood by the window, arms folded.

Axel stayed still for a moment, then quietly pulled the chair back and sat. His eyes scanned the room. Clean. Controlled. Dangerous.

Maeve: "You've been here less than a month, and your name already echoes through every hallway."

Axel: "I didn't come here to make noise. I'm just answering when they call."

Maeve: (raising an eyebrow) "That's your answer? Self-defense?"

Axel: "They started it. I just finish things."

Maeve walked to the desk, placing her hands on it, eyes sharp.

Maeve: "You think you can finish this?"

She let out a short laugh—dry, almost mocking.

Maeve: "Do you even understand what you're trying to tear down?"

Axel: "I understand enough. I know I'm not going to play by your rules."

Maeve: "And what, you're going to beat every gang leader and expect the rest to fold?"

Maeve: "You're not the first who tried."

Alias Roque stepped in—composed, unreadable, his presence dimming the energy in the room like a shadow stretching over the floor.

Alias: "Look who we have here. The new firebrand from Computer Science."

Alias: "Relax. I'm not here to fight you."

He glanced at Maeve, then turned to Axel.

Alias: "You want to end the gang system? Beat every leader, burn down every structure until East University is 'peaceful,' huh?"

Alias: (chuckling softly) "Then you're either very brave… or very naive."

Maeve: "Alias, tell Warren to back off. He's pushing this too far."

Alias: "Warren plays games. He enjoys the long con. But even he knows when to fold."

Alias: "You want to see what you're fighting against? Come with me."

The air was thick. The gym, once used for varsity events, now stood hollow—walls cracked, bleachers broken, paint peeling from the ceiling. But in the center of the room were four chairs in a semi-circle.

And seated in them… the Four Pillars of East University.

Warren Liwanag of Business Administration. Polished. Calm. Fingers steepled like a man in a board meeting.

Hector Sison of Criminology. Jaw tight, posture rigid. Eyes unblinking.

Briggs Calderon of Engineering. Towering. Still. Quiet as stone, but heavy with presence.

Alias led Axel forward, then stopped.

Alias: "This is the real table. No stage. No crowd. Just the four who decide how this school runs."

Axel looked at them—calm, collected, calculating. And he stepped forward.

Warren (smirking): "So you're the freshman who thinks chaos can be cleaned with fists."

Hector: "You beat some lackeys and think you're the revolution?"

Briggs said nothing. His stare said everything.

Axel: "I didn't come here to talk."

Warren: "That much is obvious. But you need to understand something… Leaders aren't chosen just by winning fights. They stay in power because the system protects them. Replace one, and another takes his place."

Axel: "Then I'll keep replacing them."

Hector leaned forward. "You're writing checks your body won't be able to cash, kid."

Axel: "If I fall, someone else will take my place. And someone after that. Until one of us wins."

Warren: "Then let's see how far you're willing to go."

Briggs remained silent. Still watching. Still waiting.

Axel stared them down one last time.

Warren (calmly): "Why don't we settle it… right here?"

The room shifted. Even Hector looked over with a raised brow.

ACT 1 – CHAPTER 7: The Council of Fire