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?

the sight of his unique hair, and he saw no need to offer any explanation. Instead,

prominent figures in the room. Turning his attention to a distinguished individual, he proclaimed, “Thomas, allow me

Thomas took the initiative to shake hands with

a burly old man beside Shane took the initiative and introduced himself. “Nice to meet

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 realized he couldn’t afford to be careless. With swift reflexes, he promptly adjusted the internal energy within his own body to resist the force exerted by Chris. Shane and Chris are

He had exerted only half of his strength, but he hadn’t expected Thomas to handle it with

me, Mr.

two soon released their hands and grew curious of each

casually, making him look slightly out of place compared to

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

Young man, don’t you think you’ve dressed too casually? It might not be the most appropriate attire for

believed it suited him

head. “I don’t like wearing suits. I prefer

front of him was somewhat

joined the conversation, and the four of them

was simply a gathering place

curiosity piqued by his white hair. As she observed him closely, she found his