I’m Someone Else

What’s wrong? Where did your arrogance go? Oops, two of your friends are dead, huh? Bet you’re happy now. Come on, laugh.

The intruders were unlucky. Body toning was split into different stages, and just when they were about to kill the lads, Thomas had just finished one round of toning and noticed what was going outside.

Thomas was plopped on the couch in the lounge, huffing and puffing. His body was covered in scabs. That was the price he had to pay to raise his power in a short time.

He would have liked to kill all four of them right away, but he couldn’t, at least not at the moment. He was in a weakened state. Even holding up his gun took a lot of strength. Otherwise, he would’ve gone out and killed all four intruders instead of hiding in the villa.

Two minutes later, Thomas regained barely enough strength to move. He found a piece of paper, wrote down a formula on it, and tossed it out. “Sean, William, brew the medicine according to this formula and drink everything. It’ll help with recovery.”

“Thank you, Thomas.”

Thomas went back to his room silently, preparing for the next round of body toning. He thought it was a stroke of luck just now that he managed to save his friends. He finished his body toning in time, or his friends would’ve been killed too. After his friends were killed, the intruders would come after him. Thomas knew full well that he was their real target.

inhaled sharply. Samuel and John charged right to the villa’s

Just prepare the things listed on this paper. This is from

paper and told his men to buy

on earth happened

worry, Grandpa. It’s alright now, all thanks to Thomas. But the guards

four killers without even stepping out of the door? And one of the

stupor. If Samuel is right about Thomas gaining incredible power once his training is done, then he’d be a monster. He’d be in a different league altogether. Raymond was glad that his family was friends with Thomas, or the guy might wipe them all out

give the men who died a grand burial. Whenever he looked at the corpses, he wanted to scream. These were his family’s warriors, and yet they died just

you send your men to my turf, you

calm down. Thomas did

The old monsters might be powerful, but they were

that to the old monsters, they would be laughed at, but not when the one who made that promise was Thomas. That

observing the traces of the

is how someone like them

were powerful, that was for sure, but if a fighter trained their body enough, they wouldn’t fear bullets. The more powerful someone was, the better their speed and reaction were. Eventually,