Rise of outcast king

Morning: King of the Cage

Joon leaned against the railing of the school rooftop, gazing at the cityscape that stretched out beyond the gates. Seoul West High, once notorious for being a battleground of gang wars and delinquent factions, now stood eerily calm.

This wasn't always the case. The school had been a feeding ground for chaos—fights in the hallways, gang leaders staking territory in the classrooms, and fear running through every corner. But all of that had changed when Joon made his move.

He'd started small, taking down faction leaders one by one. Not through brute strength alone, but by using his newfound powers—Black Airs, the shadowy force that flowed from him like a living entity. His summons had been crucial, their abilities complementing his strategy.

Now, the school was his. The once-feared gang members wore discipline like armor, falling in line under his banner. They weren't his friends, nor did he trust them. But they respected power, and Joon had proven himself to be the strongest.

The Birth of Black Airs

Joon glanced at the crimson mask tattooed onto the wall near the school gate. It was the emblem of his organization—a red samurai mask, sharp and menacing. The sight filled him with a quiet sense of accomplishment.

When he first manifested Black Airs, he didn't understand its full potential. The power felt alive, tendrils of darkness coiling around him whenever he fought. It wasn't just a weapon; it was a presence, a force that amplified his strength and instilled fear in anyone who opposed him.

The school became his testing ground. Each battle honed his control over the shadowy aura, and soon, he was using it not only to fight but to intimidate.

Now, the once-lawless institution had a new order. It wasn't perfect, but it was his. The students followed his rules, knowing that stepping out of line meant facing the Black Airs.

Afternoon: A Quiet Threat

In class, Joon sat near the back, his posture relaxed but his eyes alert. The classroom was quieter than usual, the lingering tension from his takeover still thick in the air. The whispers had mostly died down, but there were always a few students who dared to challenge his authority.

"Hey, Joon," a voice called from across the room.

He turned slowly, his gaze landing on Kang Min-ho, one of the few students bold—or stupid—enough to address him casually. Min-ho had been a former faction leader before Joon crushed his crew in a decisive showdown. Now, he acted as a reluctant enforcer under Joon's command.

"We've got a situation," Min-ho muttered, leaning closer. "Some guys from outside are sniffing around the school. They're saying you've got no right to run this place."

Joon's expression didn't change, but his mind began working. The power he'd established was still fragile. If outsiders thought they could challenge him, it would only encourage others to do the same.

"Who are they?" Joon asked, his tone calm but firm.

"Some low-level punks. Nothing serious yet, but they're talking about testing you."

Joon stood, his movements deliberate. The classroom went silent, all eyes turning toward him.

"Then let's give them an answer," he said simply, walking out the door.

Evening: The Ambush

The gang of outsiders waited near the abandoned playground just outside the school grounds. They were five in total, armed with pipes and bats, their cocky smirks hiding a clear lack of experience.

Joon walked toward them, alone. He didn't need backup for this.

"Are you the one calling the shots at Seoul West?" the leader asked, a wiry boy with dyed blonde hair.

Joon didn't reply immediately. Instead, he let his Black Airs seep out, the dark tendrils swirling around him like living smoke. The gang faltered, their confidence wavering as the shadows seemed to grow thicker with every step he took.

"I'm not here to answer questions," Joon said, his voice cold. "I'm here to show you what happens when you overstep."

One of the thugs lunged at him, swinging a bat. The attack was clumsy, and Joon dodged it with ease, his Black Airs snapping out like a whip. The shadowy tendril slammed into the attacker, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The others hesitated, but Joon didn't. He moved like a predator, each strike precise and devastating. His Black Airs coiled around him, amplifying his strength and speed. The gang didn't stand a chance.

Within minutes, they were on the ground, groaning in pain. Joon crouched next to the leader, his eyes cold.

"Tell everyone you meet," Joon said, his voice low. "Seoul West belongs to Black Airs. Anyone who challenges that will end up like you."

The leader nodded frantically, too terrified to speak.

The Factory Base

Later that night, Joon returned to the abandoned factory that served as his headquarters. His team had been working tirelessly to turn the space into something functional. The walls were now lined with maps, files, and photographs—pieces of a puzzle they were slowly piecing together.

In the center of the room, Han Yeon-ji stood with her arms crossed. The strategist had proven invaluable, her ability to analyze and manipulate rival factions helping Joon expand his influence beyond the school.

"You took care of the outsiders?" Yeon-ji asked as he entered.

Joon nodded, dropping into a worn-out chair. "They won't be a problem anymore."

Yeon-ji smirked. "Good. Because we have bigger issues to deal with."

She gestured to a map pinned to the wall. It was marked with red circles, each one representing a gang or criminal organization operating in the area. At the top of the map was the name Charles Choi, scrawled in bold letters.

"We've confirmed that Choi's network extends into this district," Yeon-ji explained. "If we want to gain real power, we'll need to take control of these smaller groups first. Consolidate them under Black Airs."

Joon studied the map, his mind already working. Charles Choi was the ultimate target, but he knew better than to rush. His path to the top would be paved with calculated moves.

The First Crew Member

Joon's thoughts were interrupted by a faint ripple from his watch. The Black Airs system was activating again, its glow casting eerie shadows across the room.

"Summon Available: Elite Fighter."

Joon didn't hesitate. The portal appeared, swirling with dark energy, and from it stepped his newest summon.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and a scar running down his face. His presence was commanding, his aura almost as intense as Joon's own. This was Park Do-hyun, a brutal enforcer from another world, known for his unyielding loyalty and devastating strength.

"Who's in charge here?" Do-hyun asked, his voice gruff.

Joon met his gaze without flinching. "I am."

Do-hyun studied him for a moment before nodding. "Good. I don't follow weaklings."

"Then you're in the right place," Joon said, a small smirk playing on his lips.

With Do-hyun on his team, Joon knew he had taken another step toward his ultimate goal. The school was just the beginning. Soon, all of Seoul would feel the weight of Black Airs.

End of Chapter 4