I’m Someone Else

As the auction was yet to commence, Rochka guided Thomas into the VIP lounge of Miles Auction House. Inside, a handful of distinguished figures from Irieson occupied scattered seats. Rochka then respectfully acknowledged each individual with a nod and a greeting before settling down beside Thomas, engaging him in light-hearted conversation.

Suddenly, eyes darted across the lounge, interlocking in silent acknowledgment as surprise flickered on their faces. They couldn’t help but question the reason behind the gathering of these prominent figures in this very space. Yet, their intrigue deepened when Rochka, instead of engaging with the renowned figures, merely acknowledged them with a nod, opting to sit beside a young man adorned with striking white hair.

What is the identity of this young man who has captured Rochka’s attention?

Despite Thomas being a 25-year-old man with a head full of white hair, the seasoned individuals in the VIP lounge could instinctively sense his youthfulness. They were astounded by the fact that someone seemingly unremarkable was receiving more prestigious treatment than their own. Despite their astonishment, none dared to take the initiative to approach and inquire.

Buzz! Buzz!

Two minutes after Thomas took a seat, his phone vibrated.

At this moment, John Morton, Samuel Peralta, Raymond Elliott, and Quincy Hofstead had individually reached out to Thomas, each sharing the exact purpose of notifying him about the forthcoming auction of the coveted Essence Fruit. Initially, on the previous day, they had promptly called him upon learning of the auction. Unfortunately, Thomas had unintentionally silenced his phone to maintain an uninterrupted state during his cultivation, causing him to miss several incoming calls.

Shortly after, Raymond entered the VIP lounge with his granddaughter, Rose.

“Thomas, y-your hair!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with shock. She couldn’t fathom what had transpired. What on earth has happened? Wasn’t Thomas perfectly fine before? Since when did he turn into an old man with white hair?

of his unique hair, and he

Turning his attention to a distinguished individual, he proclaimed, “Thomas, allow me to present to you someone

meet you, Mr. Lewis!” Thomas took the initiative

burly old man beside Shane took the initiative and introduced himself. “Nice to meet you, Thomas. I’m Chris Zeller,” he said, extending his hand

palms touched, he sensed something peculiar. A surge of immense internal energy transmitted from Chris’ hand, indicating his strength. He was secretly shocked and realized he couldn’t afford to be careless. With swift reflexes, he promptly adjusted the internal energy within his

his strength, but he hadn’t expected Thomas to handle it with such ease. This unexpected display of resilience piqued Chris’ interest even more, deepening his intrigue

flatter me,

their hands and grew curious

was dressed casually, making him look slightly out of place compared to the other

you’re not from Irieson, judging from your accent?” Thomas inquired, appreciating

Elio chuckled heartily. “I came from Capitalis. Young man, don’t you think you’ve dressed too casually? It might not be the most

clothing and believed it suited him better. Interestingly, he and Kim stood out from the crowd as

shook his head. “I don’t like wearing suits. I

discovered that the young man in front of him was somewhat different. With a brief

joined the conversation,

of Miles Auction House since the venue was simply a gathering place and not where they would determine the new owner of the

white hair. As she observed him closely,