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.

arrived. When they saw the bloodbath in the villa, they inhaled sharply. Samuel and John charged right to the villa’s entrance where they

prepare the things listed on this paper.

and told

asked, “What on

smiled. “Don’t 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 shots he fired blew off a killer’s hand and heart? He sure has a lot of tricks up

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

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

you old monsters? Just you wait. I’ll

friend’s shoulder. “Alright, calm down. Thomas did say

belonged to the Morton Family, so of course John was angry. The old monsters might be powerful, but they were not invincible. John trusted Thomas. Just as Thomas promised, the old

would be laughed at, but not when

around, observing the traces

intruders. What I don’t understand is how someone like them could be killed by mere

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, they