This is a fanfiction inspired by "Ang Mutya ng Section E" by Lara Flores . I created a new main character who has both angelic and devilish sides. Follow their journey through Section E, full of action, secrets, and dangerous enemies.
Author's POV :
The warehouse was no longer standing—it was burning.
Flames climbed the walls, smoke swallowed the night sky, and the smell of chemicals and gunpowder filled the air. What was once the heart of a powerful drug network now lay in ruins.
Bodies were scattered, weapons dropped, deals ended forever.
At the center of the chaos, she stood still.
Fire reflected in her eyes, but they showed no fear—only calm control. Her gaze moved slowly across the destruction, sharp and unreadable, as if she were judging what remained. The world around her screamed with heat and noise, yet she stood untouched by it, like she belonged to both the light of the flames and the darkness behind them.
This was not rage.
This was precision.
Another illegal system had fallen. Another shadow wiped clean.
And Section E would soon know—
their newest asset was not just a rookie.
She was a warning.
Jay Jay's POV:
It is Monday 🤕 . A new day but I am feeling exhausted bcoz I know weekend is really far and spending the whole weekend with these ulupulong and especially with the king.
I entered the room but it seems like I entered into a parallel universe. I step back and check again but it was the same section e but totally different. Not as usual where surroundings were full of chaos , it was totally quiet.
I take a deep breath and enter the room.
I dropped into the seat next to Ci-En and whispered,
"Did I miss a memo, or did everyone suddenly become very well-behaved?"
Ci-En slid his phone toward me without looking.
"Read."
I glanced at the screen. Fire. Smoke. Huge headlines.
"…Okay," I said. "Who angered the universe this early in the morning?"
Ci-En smiled. "Someone with talent."
"USA?" I asked.
"Yep."
"Drugs?"
"Lots."
I nodded. "Moment of silence for the dealers."
Ci-En laughed quietly. "Jay, you're impossible."
I scrolled. "Wait—no suspects? No group? Not even a dramatic statement?"
"Nope," he said. "Clean job."
"Wow," I leaned back. "Crime, but with discipline."
"Professional level," Ci-En said. "And no innocent people hurt."
David turned around in his seat.
"This wasn't random," he said. "Everything went up at the same time."
Ci-En added, "Whoever did it hates messy work."
A chair scraped.
Kiefer stood up.
The room instantly focused.
"This wasn't just an explosion," he said. "It changed the balance."
No one spoke.
"More than seventy percent of the world's most harmful drug supply is disrupted," Kiefer continued. "Routes are broken. People are panicking."
Whispers moved through the room.
I whistled softly.
"So… the underworld just woke up with a headache."
Groans filled the class.
Someone muttered my name.
But even with the annoyed looks—
I could feel it.
Everyone wanted to know the same thing.
Who had the power to do this?