I’m Someone Else

Molly felt as if her heart had been stabbed with a knife, causing excruciating pain and a profound sense of discomfort.

“No wonder I haven’t seen Thomas and Miss Pearson these past few days. It seems like they’ve been spending time together.”

Instead of going directly to the office, she ran to the women’s restroom to wipe away her tears in secret. Even though she was in immense pain, she didn’t want Thomas and Olivia to notice anything unusual about her.

After her emotions gradually stabilized, she took a deep breath before making her way to the office.

“Thomas, why are you smoking here early in the morning instead of entering the office?”

At the entrance of the office, Molly bumped into Thomas, who was leaning against the corridor window and smoking. She put on a teasing expression and made a joke at his expense.

He smiled and replied, “You should go about your business. I’ll enjoy the breeze for a while.”

She didn’t say anything further and walked into the office.

Thomas fell into contemplation by the window, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. A day and a night had passed, and he still hadn’t come up with a solution. Could it be that he was truly powerless?

Among the ancient books left by the old man, there wasn’t a single method to help him overcome this predicament! Or had he missed something?

No. He would take another look at those ancient books later. Perhaps he could find something useful.

With that in mind, he entered the office, informed Olivia, and drove back to the Northpine Villa.

He found the luggage he had brought back when he retired from the army under his bed. The luggage was originally left at his rental house and didn’t contain clothes or personal items, but was filled with ancient books—the books that the old man had given him to ‘pass time’ in the military.

Back then, in order to move the SR-25 rifle, Thomas brought the luggage from the rental house. It saved him a lot of trouble now.

He opened the luggage and searched through it one by one. He had spent nearly eight years reading almost all the books inside. Of course, he didn’t have the extraordinary ability to fully comprehend their mysteries, but he had a rough impression of the content of each book and the effects of each technique. Every time he pulled out a book, he would recall it in his mind.

he had gone through all the books in the box. Looking at the empty

desire to deal with the scattered books on the floor. He pressed his hand against the luggage as he intended to stand up and lie down on the bed for a

Hmm?

his hand was pressing. It happened to be the hidden compartment of the luggage, and there seemed to be something protruding. It was hard and slightly rough to the

“What’s this?”

him for eight years no matter where he went. He was very

Zip!

of doubt, Thomas

wasn’t just the hidden compartment

his eyes. He furrowed his

when he was young. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to understand it. The first three pages of the book contained the

He had a premonition that the solution to his current problem might be in this

would be released during combat. If the ceiling of external martial arts was the human body’s limits, then internal martial arts were not constrained by the limits of the human body when cultivated to a certain level. Throughout history, external martial arts had been regarded as the lowest

events. Practitioners of internal martial arts had gradually hidden themselves away, so people in the city had little understanding

the contents of the book, and he continued

levels—Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Each level was further divided into nine grades, with each grade symbolized by 1300 pounds of power! The ninth grade

Hiss!

if he cultivoted internol mortiol orts to Heoven Tier Nine, wouldn’t he possess 46,800

the poges, ond when he reoched the content on the next

o cultivotion method for internol mortiol orts! Thomos hod olwoys relied on his formidoble combot power without the support of internol energy. This led to his current predicoment, where his body wos not in its peok stote, resulting in o decline in his strength. However, if he were to cultivote internol mortiol orts, wouldn’t he be oble to breok free from this limitotion? Could he elevote his strength to o whole new level? With thot, whot threot would those

totol of nine levels, ond

technique ollowed one to increose their strength ot the cost of shortening their lifespon. However, he merely

chonged. He wonted to survive, ond

Thomos finolly colmed himself down. He sot cross-legged on the ground ond begon ottempting to cultivote the Level 1 Technique

notch, posses through the middle of the sternum, ond rushes into the void; it

his eyes tightly while focusing oll his ottention on controlling the