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

CHAPTER 3 : THE OLD MAN WHO BROUGHT THE SYSTEMThe night in the infirmary cell felt colder than usual. Silent. Only the occasional footsteps of the guards echoed from the hallway outside. Rey lay motionless, his body shackled to the bed. His eyes were half-open, but his gaze was empty. He was in a state between consciousness and a dream, caught between reality and illusion. His mind drifted. Sometimes, he saw glimpses of his family. Sometimes, he heard their faint voices. But it was nothing more than an illusion, a product of his deteriorating sanity. Then, something strange happened. A soft voice whispered nearby. "Wake up, young man." Rey blinked slowly, but his body was too weak to move. He thought it was just a voice in his head until he suddenly felt the presence of someone beside him. He opened his eyes a little wider. Under the dim light of the infirmary cell, an old man stood next to his bed. His clothes were all white, his hair and beard were long, and his face

CHAPTER 5 : HELP ME Midnight in Cell No. 2, and the atmosphere was silent. The ten men who shared the same room as Rey lay on their iron bunk beds or on the floor, wrapped in tattered blankets. However, one figure remained awake, sitting in the corner with sharp eyes, observing each of the inmates who were now under his control. Del Rey. Over the past week, he had become the king of this cell. The inmates who once saw him as a loser now obeyed his every command. Rey had proven not only his strength but also that he possessed something they did not—intelligence and abilities beyond human limits. He waited until all the guards had truly fallen asleep before whispering, “Wake up.” One by one, the inmates opened their eyes. They quickly sat up, forming a circle around Rey in the corner of the cell, their expressions filled with curiosity. “We’re breaking out,” Rey said shortly. Those words made them glance at each other before turning back to Rey. Some looked hesitant, while

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

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