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?

astonishment that inevitably followed the sight of his unique hair, and he saw no need to offer

to the prominent figures in the room. Turning his attention to a distinguished individual, he proclaimed, “Thomas, allow me to present to you someone truly remarkable. This is

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

man beside Shane took the initiative and introduced himself.

hand. Eh? However, in the instant their palms touched, he sensed something peculiar. A surge of immense internal energy transmitted from Chris’ hand, indicating his strength. He was secretly shocked and

he hadn’t expected Thomas to handle it with such ease.

me,

hands and grew curious

old man was dressed casually, making him look slightly out of place

may I ask if you’re not from Irieson, judging from your accent?” Thomas inquired, appreciating the old man’s relaxed manner and

Elio chuckled heartily. “I came from Capitalis. Young man, don’t you think you’ve

the occasion but simply because he wasn’t accustomed to wearing suits. He found comfort in casual clothing and believed it suited him better. Interestingly, he

don’t like wearing suits. I prefer sticking back to

the young man in front of him was somewhat different. With a brief exchange, the

Shane and Chris joined the conversation, and the four

led everyone out of Miles Auction House since the venue was simply a gathering place and

Rose, got into the same car. Throughout the journey, her gaze remained fixed on Thomas, her curiosity piqued by his white hair. As she observed him closely, she found his distinctive hair quite appealing. She felt it added