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?

this, Thomas simply smiled in response. He had grown accustomed to the astonishment that inevitably followed the sight of his unique hair, and he saw no need to offer any explanation. Instead, he warmly

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

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

introduced himself. “Nice to

shook his 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 realized he couldn’t afford to be careless. With

of 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 in

me,

released their hands and grew curious of each

man was dressed casually, making him look slightly out

your accent?” Thomas inquired, appreciating the old

think you’ve dressed too casually? It

found comfort in casual clothing and believed it suited him better. Interestingly, he and Kim stood out from the crowd

like wearing suits. I prefer

brightened. He discovered that the young man in front of him was somewhat different. With a brief exchange, the two established

the conversation, and the

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

gaze remained fixed on Thomas, her curiosity piqued by his white hair. As she observed him closely, she found his distinctive hair quite