Novels by Rey Maulana

For Arga Pratama, being an honest police officer in this city feels like living in hell. Time and time again, he uncovers solid evidence to put powerful criminals behind bars—only to watch it all end up in the trash. The suspects? Still partying in luxury bars, protected by powerful “insiders” and bottomless wallets. The breaking point comes when Arga is forced to turn a blind eye after the son of a high-ranking official kills someone in a hit-and-run. Sick of being nothing more than a “guard dog” for corrupt elites, Arga slams his badge onto his superior’s desk. He believes quitting is the only way to remain human. However, the world is far from merciful. That very night, Arga loses the most precious thing in his life. His wife suffers a miscarriage after receiving relentless threats from the syndicate he had been investigating. In the cold hospital corridor, Arga can only sit in silence, staring at the ruins of his existence. No job. No authority. And now… no child. At his absolute lowest point, a floating screen suddenly appears before his eyes: [The Ultimate Detective System Activated.] [Target Detected: Those Who Believe They Are Above the Law.] Arga quickly realizes this is his only chance to rise again. Armed with a system capable of uncovering even the faintest traces of crime, he begins operating as a shadow detective. He does not just want to fix his shattered life—he wants every bastard who ever laughed at him to experience what true justice really means. They once bribed the police to erase evidence. Now, not a single secret can escape Arga’s eyes. Because to Arga, justice no longer needs laws or articles— It only needs flawless execution.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."