The chair didn't creak because it had learned silence under the entity who ruled an empire from it. King, with a firm smile and cold eyes, with a cold voice, says, "So I finally found it. El Dorado is mine now." While seeing the Swambhu ring on his middle finger, the trinity knot emblazoned on the ring did not shine; it was filled with shadow. And the black jacket was hung over his shoulders with the number 80517 stitched through its back. No one heard the words of the king, but everyone, even gods, felt it.
Four years earlier:
In the Columbus High School, there is a world under the classes and administration. The world with ultimate power and infinite money, the world ruled by the shadows. Smuggling, bullying, and paid fighters all happen here. They call this underworld by a name, El Dorado, because it has infinite money and power; even the school authorities bow down in front of it.
Class 8, a boy with no bad past, someone whom teachers called reliable and students called invisible. Today was his first mistake. He got an envelope with the code 80517 on it. A letter was inside written with red ink; it read, "If you want to be noticed and powerful, rich, and feared, come to the old auditorium by the end of school." The boy was standing at the door of the auditorium as soon as the school ended. He peeked inside and saw a bold teenager inside, not in a school uniform but with a black jacket on him with the number 80517 stitched on his back. The room doesn't have any windows; it seemed dark. Haunted, crying for light.
The bold boy finally spoke: "Come in." When the boy went in there, he saw a desk with a black jacket, the same as the other boy. The other boy started, "I'm here as the representative of 80517; you may have heard of it, and it is a gang." You don't have to fight just to make AI models; we will admit you to our Patch 9, our technical unit, and also give you combat training in our fight club, and for earning, we also give you a logbook; for every task you complete, you get points; according to points, you get your earnings, and after you get 10,000 points, you will be promoted to elite just like me. So tell me, do you want to join us and become powerful and feared?" And the boy agreed with a nod.
Then the other boy explained to him, "Your codename is Slate. Never use your real name in the gang, and my codename is Iron, and I am the elite of Patch Nine. You will work under me; you will get instruction at night by email, and you will never dare to reply." And then they both leave, and in the night, Slate gets mail from an unknown ID, which reads, "Welcome to 80517, Slate. Your first task is to generate a chat model of this girl in the old computer lab. One senior will teach you to use AI for this work, and the elite of Patch 9 will give you your logbook." The next day, Slate was in the old computer lab. There he saw that the computer was old but not its CPU. That room contained three rows of computers, each one with an operator. They all have only one work to do: make chat models of girls according to the order they get. The patch nine was one of the three AI units of 80517 working under the entity named King.
A senior came closer to Slate. "Hello, I'm your senior, Rino. I will train you, so firstly open the file named 'instruction manual' and read it. From that you will learn how to make AI chat models and deepfakes using AI, and if you have any problems, then kindly ask me.
Meanwhile, in the principal's office, with a smile, in a suit and a tie, a devil in disguise sat in front of the principal. His eyes were straight. A relaxed and calm voice lived in his mouth. The principal was asking him to destroy his article about him. But only one line came from his mouth: "I am a journalist, and this is my work to expose you, reverend. C A JOY, Maybe I'm young, but my thinking is not, and my feelings are not. I, Vijay, give you two options: be my friend or enemy. What would you choose, corrupt?"
This was the first time a young man declared a straight war against his superior.
After one hour a figure emerged on the rooftop of the central block of Christukula High. His back was straight, his eyes were sharp, and his aura felt like a sharp knife. is struck in the heart, and a ring glinted on the middle finger of his right hand, which he called Swambhu; a black jacket hung loose on his shoulders with the number 80517 stitched across its back. His whole look is terrifying, and it felt like the chants of 'OM' were flowing through his aura. This was his calcus... And he was king himself, the architect of El Dorado.
The rooftop was his throne room, and the old office chair in the middle of it was his throne. From there he kept an eye on all 4 other blocks and their gangs: the Black Knuckle of the north block, the Riders of the south block, the Iron Fist of the west, and the Snakes of the east. These gangs are now in harmony. And formed a union of the El Dorado.
Later that afternoon, Whinsmoker, the ruthless animal of 80517, came to meet his friend, King. "Hey King, what are you doing here? There is a fight out there between rookies and members of Black Knuckles," said Whinsmoker, on which King replied with a smile on his face, "Leave it, Whinsmoker; Black Knuckles have been a headache for a long time. If it is necessary, then send Gun and Goe there." "You trust your vice admirals, don't you, king?" a reply came from Whinsmoker.
But in the North block something else was cooking. A boy not too tall or muscular sat there around a goldfish pond, sandals on his feet, and the most shredded part of him was his forearms with a serpent tattoo on them and a lighted cigarette in his mouth. He sat very casually with a plain black jacket hung on his shoulders; in front of him was his gang, The Burn Nuckles, bowing down to him. It was not from request but from fear.
"Hey, you fools, do you attack 80517, or do I need their arrogant leader, Dark, to bow down before me and give me his profit percentage?"