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The Fugitive's Touch
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Roy Farlane (Roy) is the new identity of Del Rey (Rey) who was accused of killing all of his family members until he went to prison. In prison he suffered from severe depression until a mysterious old man came who brought a system that would save his future. Will Roy be able to find the killer of all his family members with the help of the system?
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CHAPTER 1 : ACCUSATION
CHAPTER 1 : ACCUSATION The evening sky over Crex City was painted in shades of orange, gradually dimming into twilight. The streets were still bustling with people returning from work, including Del Rey. With slow steps, he walked along the sidewalk toward his home, carrying a plastic bag filled with groceries. His right hand still smelled of onions, a lingering scent from his duties as an assistant cook at the restaurant where he worked. Upon reaching the front of his house, Rey sensed something was off. Usually, the laughter of his younger sister, Sitha, or the chatter of his mother, Dania, could be heard from inside. But that evening, there was only silence. The front door was locked, and when Rey knocked, there was no response. "Why is it so quiet?" he muttered. He inserted his key and turned the knob. The door creaked open. The interior of the house felt darker than usual, even though the curtains were not fully drawn. Rey stepped inside, placed the plastic bag on the kit
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The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 14 : A NEW PHONE
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-11The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 13 : HELPING OTHERS
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-11The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 12 : FORWARD PROJECTION
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,
Last Updated : 2025-03-10The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 11 : CHOOSING A PATH
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-10The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 10 : NEW IDENTITY
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-02The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 9 : PREPARING THE MATERIAL'S
CHAPTER 9 : PREPARING THE MATERIAL'S That morning, the rising sun cast a faint glow over the horizon. Dew still clung to the leaves as Rey and his men prepared to move. It had been three days since they escaped from prison, and so far, they had managed to remain hidden in the forest. However, they couldn’t stay like this forever. They needed a better plan. “Boss Rey, do we really have to go to the city?” one of the men asked, his voice filled with concern. Rey nodded slightly. “If we stay here, the police will find us sooner or later. We need disguises and a safer place.” Gerald, the tattooed man who served as Rey’s second-in-command, crossed his arms. “Agreed, boss. But we can’t just walk in. The cops must be everywhere by now.” Rey turned his gaze to Beng, a tall, burly man who was an expert in disguises. “Are you sure you can make disguises for all of us?” Beng smirked. “If I have the right materials, I can give us new faces overnight.” Rey nodded in satisfaction. “T
Last Updated : 2025-03-02The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 8 : BECOMING WHO?
CHAPTER 8 : BECOMING WHO? Evening approached inside the cave that had become their hideout for the past few days. The air grew damper, carrying the scent of earth and moss that spread along the stone walls. A small fire burned in the center of the room, casting just enough light to reveal the weary faces of the eleven men gathered within. Rey sat in the corner of the cave, silent as always. He observed his men, each busy with their own tasks. Some were dividing the simple food they had obtained from hunting, while others spoke quietly, discussing possible next steps. For the past two days, there had been no signs of the police pursuing them. But Rey knew well that they couldn't hide in this place forever. Sooner or later, they would have to leave the forest and find safer shelter. Among the group, one man had caught his attention from the start—a bald-headed man with a sturdy build and a deep voice that often stood out among them. Rey stared at him intently. "Plontos," he
Last Updated : 2025-03-02The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 7 : HEALING
CHAPTER 7 : HEALING Morning arrived in the cave where Rey and the ten other fugitives were hiding. Sunlight seeped through the cracks in the rocky walls, casting a dim glow on their tired and anxious faces. After two days in the forest, exhaustion and worry had settled over them like a heavy cloud. Rey sat in the corner of the cave, his back against the cold stone wall. His sharp eyes observed every movement of his men, who were growing restless. They weren’t just hungry—they were on edge. No one knew how long they could stay hidden before the police resumed their pursuit. The tattooed man, Rey’s trusted companion, finally spoke up. “We need to find food,” he said. “Our supplies ran out last night. If this continues, we’ll starve.” Rey gave a slight nod. “Split into two groups. Five will go hunt and gather food. The rest will stay here with me.” The group wasted no time. Five men set out into the forest, searching for anything edible—whether it was wild game or foraged frui
Last Updated : 2025-03-02The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 6 : FIGHT
CHAPTER 6 : FIGHT Rey sat with his back against the cold cave wall. His breathing was steady, but his mind remained alert. In the pitch-black darkness, only the sound of the prisoners’ breathing could be heard. They were still trying to calm themselves after running endlessly all day. His eyes snapped open. He didn’t move, but he could feel the tension in the air. Some of the other prisoners who were still awake exchanged wary glances. The tattooed man standing guard at the cave entrance gestured with his hand. “Someone’s coming,” he whispered. Everyone held their breath. Footsteps grew clearer. Then, from behind the trees, four men in black uniforms appeared, flashlights in hand. Police. Beside them, two guard dogs let out low whimpers, sniffing the air. Rey remained still, but he knew in his heart they couldn’t avoid a fight. In their current condition, running again was out of the question. One of the officers spoke in a firm voice. “Come out of the cave with you
Last Updated : 2025-03-02
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