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.

books in the box. Looking at the empty luggage, he smiled bitterly and shook

desire to deal with the scattered books on the floor. He pressed his hand against the luggage

Hmm?

to be the hidden compartment of the luggage, and there seemed to be

“What’s this?”

went. He was very familiar with it, yet he couldn’t remember what he had put in the

Zip!

of doubt,

was unzipping wasn’t just the hidden compartment of his luggage

appeared before his eyes. He furrowed his brows because he had never seen this book

been forced to learn it when he was young. Otherwise, he wouldn’t

that the solution to his

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 level of martial arts and looked down

history was incredibly ancient, spanning five thousand years filled with countless changes and unexpected events. Practitioners of internal martial arts had gradually hidden themselves away, so people in the city had little understanding of internal martial

Thomas’ interest was piqued by the contents of the book,

into nine grades, with each grade

Hiss!

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

flipping through the poges, ond when he reoched the content on the next poge,

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

nine levels, ond ot the end of the

increose their strength ot the cost of shortening

olreody chonged. He wonted to survive, ond it wos better to

cigorettes in o row, Thomos finolly colmed himself down. He sot cross-legged on the ground ond begon ottempting to cultivote the Level 1 Technique occording to the

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

his