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BLOOD OF BORNEO

Mystery/Thrillerlast updateLast Updated : 2026-06-26

By:  Rita RahmaOngoing

Language: English
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PREMISE Damang, a former special forces operative (Military Scholar) who returns to his village in the interior of Kalimantan, finds his homeland beginning to "sicken." A multinational corporation called The Andalusian Order has arrived under the guise of a green energy project. However, Damang smells blood. Led by Elias Thorne, a charismatic occultist who possesses telekinetic powers and the ability to manipulate blood, the sect is actually searching for the "Heart of the Earth"—the largest spiritual energy point in Kalimantan—to awaken a dark entity from the ancient Andalusian era that they worship. The sect did not come empty-handed. They brought The Paladins, a mercenary force modified with dark magic, making them bulletproof and granting them abnormal speed. When his father (the Tribal Chief) is brutally slaughtered before his eyes using a magical ritual, Damang realizes that his assault rifle is not enough. Guided by the spirit of the Panglima Burung through blood-soaked dreams, Damang must undergo a forbidden ritual to awaken the Flying Mandau and master high-level invulnerability. A great war erupts: Machine guns vs. poison blowdarts that hunt their targets. European blood magic vs. the ancestral spirit powers of the Dayak. Damang must hunt down the sect members one by one within a jungle that can transform into a deadly labyrinth, before Elias Thorne completes the eclipse ritual that will plunge Kalimantan into eternal darkness.

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    CHAPTER 1: SACRIFICE OF THE THORNE PROJECT
    Damang cut the fibers of the Lulung Root with bated breath. His dagger sliced slowly, avoiding the sap that could ruin the plant's medicinal properties. The forest at the village border felt quieter than usual. There was only the sound of water dripping from the broad teak leaves."Three hours," Damang muttered, glancing at his watch. "I've strayed too far from the safe zone."He remembered the face of his father, Commander Nyarung, who usually looked so powerful but now resembled a skeleton wrapped in skin. That black fever made no sense. As a war veteran, there was no way his father would collapse just because of a forest mosquito.Srak!Damang ducked instantly. A black metal object streaked past, clipping a few strands of his hair before thudding heavily into a tree trunk with a sharp thwack."Who's there?!" Damang shouted. He didn't wait for an answer. He immediately rolled behind a row of giant tree roots."You have good instincts for a local," a deep voice emerged from behind th
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    CHAPTER 2: THE PRICE OF A LIFE
    Cold.The first thing Damang felt was a chill that pierced to his very marrow. He tried to move his fingertips, but the sensation triggered excruciating pain in his abdomen. It felt as if a hot iron rod were still lodged there, twisting his intestines."Don't move if you don't want your guts to spill out, boy."Damang jolted. The voice was raspy and heavy. He forced his eyes open. His vision was blurred, catching only the dim shadows cast by a torch flickering against the stone wall. He was inside a cave."Where... am I?" Damang groaned. Every word felt like dragging shards of glass across his throat."The edge of the Baram River. The current carried you downstream, and I pulled you out before the crocodiles could get a taste of your blood," the voice replied.An old woman with arms covered in tattoos appeared before Damang. Her name was Indung Inan. She did not look like a typical village healer. Her eyes were sharp, staring at Damang as if she were assessing the quality of a piece o
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    Chapter 3: The Painful Ritual
    The roar of the storm outside the Baram cave sounded like a giant machine tearing the sky apart. Inside the damp stone alcove, the raw, metallic scent of fresh blood mingled with the sharp aroma of upas tree sap. Damang lay rigid on the stone slab. His severely wounded back scraped against the rough surface, sending constant signals of agony to his brain.Indung Inan sat cross-legged beside him. Her wrinkled hands stirred a thick, black liquid inside a coconut shell. The liquid reflected the torchlight with an eerie, bluish glow. Beside her lay a row of hornbill bone needles and a small wooden mallet with a blackened tip."Are you sure about this, Damang?" Indung Inan asked. Her cataract-clouded eyes stared straight at the burn scars on Damang’s abdomen. "Once these needles go in, there is no way to pull them out. You will be bound to this forest until you die."Damang gritted his teeth. "Just do it. I have no other choice if I want to kill Thorne.""Thorne is a man who uses the techn
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    CHAPTER 4: REMNANTS OF HOPE
    Damang stopped behind the thick foliage of a giant fern. Before him, the village of Long Baram, once lush and serene, had been transformed into an industrial concentration camp. A guard tower with halogen spotlights swept across the ground, hunting for any prey foolish enough to cross the barbed-wire fence."Bastards," Damang hissed. His voice was low, nearly drowned out by the roar of the generator."Who’s there?" A trembling voice emerged from behind a pile of burlap sacks near the ruins of a barn.Damang drew the dagger he had obtained from Indung Inan with lightning speed. "Come out, or you die."A young man with a gaunt, scarred face crawled out. His eyes widened when he saw Damang. "Brother... Brother Damang? Is it really you?""Dehen?" Damang lowered his weapon slightly. He recognized the young man as the village elder’s nephew. "Why aren't you in the barracks?""They threw me away, Brother," Dehen pointed to his leg, which was mangled and wrapped in filthy rags. A piece of met
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    CHAPTER 5: FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH THE DEVIL
    Damang observed the center of his village from behind the dense ironwood trees. The traditional square that once served as a place of joy had been transformed into a horrific industrial camp.Dozens of prisoners were visible. The remaining villagers knelt with their hands bound. Around their necks were Neural-Link metal collars that pulsed with a red light. One wrong move, and their nerves would be incinerated."Damn it," Damang hissed. The tattoos on his back throbbed again, sending pain like thousands of hot needles stitching through his muscles.Suddenly, a pitch-black helicopter bearing the golden logo of the Thorne Corporation landed. Two rows of Paladins immediately formed a human barricade. From the cabin stepped the man who had destroyed Damang’s life overnight.Elias Thorne.The man had long white hair and wore a pristine, dark gray military suit. He walked to the podium with a light step, then gazed at the prisoners with the look of a scientist observing ants."People of Lon
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    CHAPTER 6: THE LAW OF THE JUNGLE
    Black slime and sulfur-smelling moss greeted Damang’s face as he slammed into the bottom of the ravine. His body no longer felt like flesh and bone, but rather a collection of explosive pain. His ribs, broken from Richter’s impact, felt like sharp knives piercing his lungs every time he tried to breathe."Ugh... damn you, Thorne," Damang hissed. He spat out a thick, dark red fluid mixed with mud.High above, the searchlights of Thorne’s camp looked like demonic eyes mocking his failure. The tattoo on Damang’s back began to pulse abnormally. The black lines on his skin stood out, turning red and emitting a searing heat. The negative energy of this Black Forest was poisoning his spiritual channels.Woof! Awooooo!The sound shattered the silence of the night. A horrific fusion of a dog’s bark and the screech of unlubricated machinery."Hounds," Damang muttered. He closed his eyes, counting the rhythm of metallic footsteps in the distance. "One... two... four of them. They really want to
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    CHAPTER 7: THE MANIFESTATION OF TRAUMA
    Whoosh...The sound of helicopter rotors suddenly echoed. It wasn't Thorne’s, but the military Black Hawk that had once brought him to the war zone. Damang jolted, his hands scrambling at his waist, searching for the SS2 rifle that was no longer there.The Black Forest was never truly silent. This place was a stretch of dying, decaying vegetation. Damang leaned his back against the trunk of a dead, hardened ironwood tree. His breathing was heavy and raspy. A sharp, metallic scent rose from his wounds, signaling that his blood was beginning to dry.Every time he tried to take a breath, excruciating pain pierced his chest from his broken ribs. Around him, a thin purple mist began to crawl across the ground. To Damang, the mist was no longer just water vapor, but the horrific shadows of his past rising once again.Whoosh...The sound of helicopter rotors suddenly shattered the silence. It wasn't Thorne’s group, but the sound of the military Black Hawk that had once brought him into the h
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    CHAPTER 8: MANDAU SYNCHRONIZATION
    The Black Forest shows no mercy to the hesitant. Beneath giant canopies mutated into sharp, silvery veins, Damang crawled with bated breath. The air temperature here was unnatural—at times ice-cold, then instantly shifting into suffocating, scalding steam.The markings across Damang’s body were no longer just ink. The tattoos pulsed in rhythm with the forest’s heartbeat. "Where are you..." Damang whispered. His voice was raspy, drowned out by the hiss of the wind.He was searching for the ancestral Mandau that had been knocked away when Colonel Richter beat him. Through the throbbing of the markings on his palms, Damang felt a magnetic pull toward the east. There, amidst a pool of water contaminated with black oil, the blade lay.The Mandau looked dull, covered in an unnatural black rust. Damang reached out. As his fingertips touched the cold metal, an electric jolt stung his nerves."Ugh!" Damang pulled his hand back. His body jerked violently."You are still holding it with the hand
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    CHAPTER 9: SHADOW GUERRILLA
    The Black Forest slowly began to thin, replaced by a sharp scent of chemicals and ozone that stung the senses. Before him stood the Thorne Field Laboratory. It was a giant metal box with dark carbonate walls and sensor towers that rotated like giant eyes.Damang crouched behind a silver fern. The tattoos on his body pulsed with a dim sapphire blue. Since the synchronization, he could sense the electronic frequencies of the laser fence ahead."Halimun," Damang whispered.He remembered Indung Inan’s instruction that Halimun was not merely about hiding the body, but about borrowing 'nothingness' from nature. Now, that knowledge had merged with the neural circuits behind his tattoos.The air around his body refracted, creating a mirage effect. However, the nerves at Damang’s temples twitched violently. Activating Halimun felt like thousands of ice needles being driven into his brain."Hold on, Damang. Don't let your heartbeat disrupt this light refraction," he muttered to himself, regulat
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    CHAPTER 10: BLOOD TEST ON THE SUSPENSION BRIDGE
    Gray mist hung low over the Baram Ravine, shrouding the colossal steel structure that stretched out like the spine of an ancient monster. The Baram Suspension Bridge had been transformed into a vital artery for Thorne’s military logistics. Steel cables as thick as a human torso creaked under the wind’s pressure, emitting metallic groans that seemed to mourn the destruction of the jungle below.Damang crouched on the main suspension cable, fifty meters above the bridge deck. His body was wrapped in a dull black cloak that whipped wildly in the wind. On his back, his ancestral Mandau vibrated subtly—a frequency only detectable by Damang’s synchronized nerves. The sigil on his neck glowed a faint purple. Through his sensory vision, he watched the Thorne convoy approach: three heavy armored trucks escorted by two Light Paladin units."Sector four logistics convoy," Damang whispered. His voice was shattered by the wind. "That’s not just food. Those are catalyst crystals for the Earth Heart
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