I’m Someone Else

“It’s nothing!” While saying this, Thomas shook his head dejectedly and trudged back to his bedroom. With a heavy heart, he listlessly let go of the stuff in his hand onto the floor, reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, and swiftly emptied its contents in one desperate gulp.

Aligned with his discerning nature and keen sense of priority, he settled comfortably on the bed, crossed his legs, and began to cultivate. The significance of enhancing his strength to protect those he cherished resonated deeply within him. Hence, the weight of this responsibility fueled his focus and intensified his commitment.

Meanwhile, Chloe stood in the hallway on the first floor, her mind reeling with disbelief. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, prompting her to mutter softly, “How can it possibly be nothing?”

Even though she hadn’t been in a relationship before, she could tell that Thomas and Olivia had engaged in an argument. Since Olivia was her love rival, she should have felt a surge of satisfaction or triumph. Contrary to her expectations, a disquieting lack of happiness overcame her, and instead, a deep concern engulfed her thoughts, casting a cloud of anxiety over her mind. “Ugh! I should check on Olivia.”

On the other hand, after greeting Olivia and knocking on the door, Ophelie entered her sister’s room. As she walked in, her attention was drawn to Olivia lying face down on the bed with her head covered by the blanket and sobbing uncontrollably. “What happened, Olivia? Say something! Did you quarrel with Thomas?”

Despite her sister’s persistent probing, Olivia remained silent and continued to cry and lament her situation.

Meanwhile, at precisely midnight, four uninvited guests arrived at Villa No. 66 of Northpine Villa. They were the Four Ghost-Faced Demigods of War hired by Abel at a substantial price.

During their flight to Irieson, the four meticulously scrutinized Thomas’ profile. No matter how they looked at it, Thomas appeared to be an unremarkable young man. Despite acknowledging his modest abilities, they found no reason to fear him. After all, when the four men combined their powers, they were confident in their ability to overpower and eliminate Thomas!

a cutting board, seemingly awaiting their ruthless slaughter. However, a perplexing thought nagged at them. Why don’t the Flynns deal with Thomas personally if he is as ordinary as he appears? Why did they have to go

target head-on, but their arrogance was replaced by astonishment. They saw the villa’s furniture was meticulously wrapped in plastic to prevent dust accumulation. Hence, the four men stood dumbfounded, realizing their target was absent, and showed no intention

again but couldn’t find

here! What’s going on? Do you think that

our location; if there is a leak, it’s only because the Flynns leaked it first. Also, their intel could be wrong, or this might not even be Thomas’ current residence! Regardless of the likelihood, this is

and convey to them that if it is indeed their fault that we were unable to eliminate the target, we cannot be held accountable! Also, let them know that the

the news. Two days ago, my men witnessed Thomas leaving Northpine Villa. So, how did he manage to vacate the

but after an exhaustive search, their efforts proved fruitless. With no other viable options, Abel reluctantly disclosed the address of Keyshire Property to the four men and instructed them to wait for

was the peculiar dynamic with the Flynns. If it were any other employer, the Four Ghost-Faced Demigods of War would have abandoned the mission long ago. However, given the Flynns’ considerable power and influence, they were compelled to tread cautiously and avoid provoking them. Reluctantly, the four men positioned themselves near Keyshire Property, meticulously planning their next move. Their strategy was clear— they would barge in and take his

“Hah! Hah!”

compared to his opponent. Despite the old man imparting numerous martial arts techniques, mastering them within a limited timeframe proved challenging. At least until he obtained the Essence Fruit, he found himself devoid of the time to thoroughly study and refine those techniques. Dedicated to his practice, he persisted with his boxing practice until 7.00AM before finally

Ophelie had taken their

have breakfast.” Chloe hurriedly greeted the man as

declined, saying, “You guys go ahead and have breakfast. Don’t wait for me.” With that, he proceeded upstairs, determined to take a refreshing shower to cleanse himself from the sweat accumulated during