CHAPTER 22 : SECRET AFFAIR The clock had struck ten at night when Roy led the masked man into a private room on the second floor of TFT Café. The door shut firmly behind them, sealing the space off from the lively celebration downstairs. Roy's sharp gaze locked onto the man before him. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time," Vandrick broke the silence. Roy remained silent, scrutinizing him carefully. Vandrick appeared thinner than the last time he had seen him in prison. There were shadows of exhaustion on his face, but his eyes still burned with the same fierce determination. "I know who you really are, Del Rey," Vandrick continued without hesitation. "I know you're using the name Roy Farlane now, and I know you’re innocent." Roy didn't flinch. The statement wasn’t surprising. If Vandrick was truly a competent detective, he should have been able to piece the puzzle together by now. "I'm not going to ask how you reached that conclusion," Roy finally spoke. "What I

CHAPTER 24 : STRANGE MYSTERY The air inside Cave 45 was damp and cold. The flickering torches placed in several corners provided little warmth, yet enough to make the place feel less unwelcoming than before. Roy leaned against the stone wall, his gaze fixed on the wavering flames, disturbed by the faint gusts of wind seeping through the cracks in the rocks. Across from him, Vandrick pulled out two cans of instant coffee from his small backpack, tossing one toward Roy. "Drink up," Vandrick said casually. "Not the best coffee, but it should keep us company for the night." Roy caught the can with one hand, cracked it open, and took a deep swig without hesitation. The bitterness spread across his tongue, offering a small comfort against the cave’s chill. Vandrick, meanwhile, lit a cigarette. Leaning against a large rock, he inhaled deeply before releasing a slow stream of smoke into the air. "You know," he began, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "the deeper I dig into

CHAPTER 26 : DEBT OF GRATITUDEThe clock still showed nine in the morning when the atmosphere at TFT Clinic started to feel busy. Patients sat patiently in the waiting room, their faces filled with hope as they awaited their turn. Several staff members, including Elena and Bing, were busy handling administrative tasks and organizing the queue. Inside the examination room, Roy stood calmly, facing a middle-aged man seated in a wheelchair. The man was Sora, a renowned martial arts expert who had been trapped in mysterious paralysis for nearly two years. Beside him, his twenty-year-old daughter, Winny, stood in shock, while four of their personal bodyguards remained a few steps away, still stunned by what had just transpired. Roy had just demonstrated his skill by touching one of Winny's martial points, causing the young woman to collapse momentarily. She wasn’t injured, but her body became sluggish and difficult to move for a few moments. It was undeniable proof that Roy was no ordi

CHAPTER 28 : THE FORGOTTEN ANGELThat morning, the sun bathed Crex City in its warm glow. The clock on the wall of the TFT clinic showed nine o’clock. The atmosphere remained calm, with only a few patients coming in for routine check-ups. Roy sat at his desk, his gaze fixed on the computer screen, his expression serious. Since opening this clinic, he had felt the need to deepen his knowledge of the medical world. Even though the system within him granted him extraordinary diagnostic abilities, he refused to rely solely on it. He wanted to understand medicine from a professional’s perspective, from the same sources used by doctors and medical practitioners. Today, he was delving into clinical symptoms and anamnesis. The journal articles he read provided a deeper understanding of how diseases could be analyzed through patient interviews alone. He also studied more complex first-aid techniques, especially those for handling severe injuries. Meanwhile, Bing and Rinos sat nearby, eac

CHAPTER 30 : SORA FIGHT Roy still hadn’t found any clues about the message his father had left behind. Last night, he had tried various ways to decipher the word "Un" written on the paper, but nothing made sense. Now, with his mind still clouded by questions, he drove his black Pagani toward Sora’s house. Today was the second session of Sora’s paralysis treatment. As agreed, Roy would proceed with the next phase to ensure Sora’s full recovery. The road leading to Sora’s residence was quiet, with only a few vehicles passing by. The house also served as the headquarters of 'Sora Fight', a martial arts school where Sora’s students trained daily. As Roy arrived, the large iron gate opened automatically. He guided his car into the spacious courtyard, where several students were practicing under the supervision of a senior instructor. They turned toward the luxurious car that had just pulled in, whispering among themselves. Not all the students knew who Roy was—only a select few close