Novels by 4lpukatmentega

CHAPTER 15 : MY FRIEND Roy received a call from William just as he finished his morning physical training. The old man's voice was warm, but there was an underlying urgency to it. "Roy, I need your help again," William said. "What happened?" Roy asked, glancing briefly at Gora, who was lounging on the couch, fiddling with something in his hands. "I have an old friend, Ruben. He's been ill for years, but no doctor has been able to cure him. I want you to take a look at his condition," William explained. Roy fell silent for a moment. He knew that every time he used his power to heal someone, there was always a price to pay. But refusing William’s request wasn’t an option. The old man had shown him kindness since the day they met—even giving him five thousand dollars. "I’ll be there," Roy finally said. A few minutes later, Roy and Gora were on their way to William’s mansion. The streets were busy that afternoon, but Roy remained quiet, lost in thought over William’s request.

That afternoon, the William mansion felt cool despite the sun being at its peak. Golden light streamed through the large windows, illuminating the vast living room with its elegant, classic decor. Roy and Gora were still seated on the sofa, while William sipped his tea calmly. The atmosphere remained silent for a moment before William placed his cup down and turned his gaze toward his granddaughter, Elena, who sat beside him. “Elena,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative. “The man before you, Roy, is my savior.” Elena blinked, then looked at Roy with surprise. She hadn’t expected that the man sitting across from her, with his cold expression and sharp eyes, was the one who had saved her grandfather. “What do you mean, Grandpa?” she asked, her brows slightly furrowed. William gave a faint smile. “I had a severe kidney attack while walking in the garden earlier. The pain was unbearable—I truly thought my time had come. If it weren’t for Roy, you might have been receiving

CHAPTER 13 : HELPING OTHERS The morning air in Crex City was still chilly, even though the sun was already high in the sky. The main streets grew busier, filled with pedestrians passing by, vehicles jostling for space, and vendors shouting to promote their goods. But in one corner of the street, something different was happening. Roy knelt beside an old man who was on the verge of death. The elderly man’s body trembled, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his skin had turned an ashen gray. A small crowd had gathered around them, yet they merely stood watching—some whispering among themselves, others displaying expressions of indifference or even disgust. Without hesitation, Roy reached out and pressed his hand gently against the old man’s chest. The moment their skin made contact, an unusual sensation rushed through Roy’s entire body. Flashes of images flickered in his mind. The old man’s memories poured into him—fragments of a lifetime, moments of youth, work, sorrow, and jo

CHAPTER 12 : FORWARD PROJECTIONVilla Number 7, Bukit Raung – 5 PMThe sky outside was beginning to change color, shifting from a bright blue to a stunning shade of orange. The evening breeze gently rustled the leaves around the villa, which had now become home to Roy and his group. Inside the villa’s living room, everyone sat in a circle, still absorbed in their previous discussion. Their name had been decided—*The Fugitive’s Touch*, a name that reflected their journey as fugitives with skills and a touch that could change fate. But after agreeing on the name, a far more important question arose. "Now that we have a name," Bing said, crossing his arms over his chest, "what’s our next step?" Everyone turned toward Roy, waiting for an answer. From the beginning, he had been their leader—not because he forced himself into the role, but because they all trusted him. No one felt superior to Roy with his deadly touch. Roy sat calmly, leaning back against the sofa. His gaze was sharp,

CHAPTER 11: CHOOSING A PATH The sky had begun to take on a shade of orange as the sun slowly descended toward the western horizon. Inside Villa Number 7, the atmosphere felt calmer than in the past few days. After a long journey and numerous changes, they had finally secured a place they could call their temporary headquarters. Rey, now using the alias Roy Farlane, sat on one of the wooden chairs in the living room. The room was spacious, with furniture still in decent condition despite being covered in dust. Gora had ensured that all doors and windows were secure, while Bing and Rio checked the electrical and water systems. The other members were busy organizing the supplies they had brought along. The clock showed four in the afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the large glass windows, casting a peaceful glow—an ironic contrast to their reality as fugitives who had just assumed new identities. Gerald, now known as Gora, leaned back on the sofa, while Bing stood near the wind

CHAPTER 10 : NEW IDENTITY That afternoon, inside the abandoned factory they had turned into a temporary hideout, Rey stood before a cracked mirror, staring at his own reflection. However, the figure he saw was no longer Del Rey, the fugitive wanted by the police. His face was different now—sharper, more mature, and more mysterious. His long hair draped over his shoulders, and his jawline appeared more defined thanks to the special pigment used by Beng. With this new identity, he was no longer Del Rey. He was a new man, going by the alias Roy. Behind him, Beng stood calmly, observing his work. “It’s done, boss,” he said, storing the remaining disguise materials. “This mask will last for quite a while, as long as you don’t expose it to water too often.” Rey nodded. He turned around and scanned his men one by one. Gerald now looked more intimidating with a thin beard and a faint scar on his cheek. He would now go by the name Gora. Beng, as usual, remained composed. With slight