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 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 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.