I’m Someone Else

Everyone was shocked to hear that Thomas had killed the Twin Demons.
As soon as the news was spread, various forces worldwide sent their men to check out where the killing occurred. The speed at
which these individuals were dispatched was comparable to that of a world champion in the 100-meter dash. Unlike the fighters
of Droycore, the men sent were not martial artists. However, they were very familiar with guns.
After thoroughly examining the scene, they concluded that the Twin Demons were killed by a great marksman. They were sure
the hidden marksman had been forced into making a move as there were no other options. Moreover, they reasoned that the
marksman had seized the chance provided by the chaos to kill the Demons in one shot.
However, the ability to hide among the shadows of the night was part of being a top-tier sniper, right?
Previously, the notion that the King of Marksmen was hiding in Irieson had been mere speculation. However, with the series of
shootings in the city, they had become increasingly convinced of his presence.
Soon after, they promptly reported back to their head offices, too afraid to dilly-dally. The orders they received in return were the
same — search for the King of Marksmen! No matter what, he had to be found.
These forces detested Thomas. One might say their hatred for him was carved into their bones, filling them with the urge to drain
his blood and cut him into pieces.
In the years the King of Marksmen had worked for Droycore, he had killed many of their men. Back then, he had a powerful
organization backing him up. That was why they were too afraid to anger him. However, now that he had silently resigned due to
a failed mission, it was their time for vengeance.
Karma had no deadline.
At 7.00PM, Thomas drove from Serenity Clouds Villa to Olivia’s office. On the way there, his phone started ringing.
“Great news, Thomas!” Rochka said over the phone. It was clear from his voice that he was highly excited.
Thomas was confused. What could excite him that much? “What news, Mr. Nett?”
“Miles Auction House has received an application to auction off an Essence Fruit. It’ll be arriving tomorrow at noon,” Rochka
replied.
“Essence Fruit?” Thomas frowned. It was the first time he had ever heard of it. “What does it do?”

“Y-You don’t know?” Rochka was shocked. How could he not know of the fruit when he is a martial artist? No way! When he
perceived that Thomas wasn’t joking when he said those words, he patiently explained, “It’s a mystical fruit that all martial artists
yearn to get their hands on. No one knows where it comes from, and it doesn’t exist on the market. It’s so popular because
eating it would increase your internal energy.”
Screech!
Thomas’ grip tightened on the steering wheel as he abruptly slammed the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a screeching halt. The
idea of increasing his internal energy, which would ultimately make him stronger, struck a chord within him. His greatest desire
was to become stronger, especially considering the challenges he was currently facing, including the formidable Crimson Moon.
Even without the presence of the Flynns and the Wilkersons, the battles were taking a toll on him. He would have died to the
Twin Demons without his miraculous sniping skills. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he attempted to rein in the
overwhelming excitement coursing through his veins. “How much can it increase?”
“It’s hard to say, but eating it means you can increase your power level by at least two tiers. Some even say you can increase by
four or five tiers!”
“Really?” Thomas’ eyes lit up with a sharp glint. Four or five tears meant he could jump from the Peak of Profound Tier One to
Profound Tier Six just by eating that fruit?
“Of course! Why would I lie to you? That’s why I said it’s great news, but—” Rochka hesitated.
“What is it?”
“I’ve repeatedly requested the seller to sell it to me instead of auctioning it off, but he refused. After all, he can only earn the full
value of the fruit if he auctioned it off. That’s why you must join the auction if you want the fruit. It’s going to be noon tomorrow at
Miles Auction House. As for who the seller is, I can’t tell you. I still operate an auction house. If I break the rule for you, no one
will come to us again.”
“I understand.” Thomas would never force anyone into a tough spot. Anyway, he was not interested in knowing who the seller
was. All he needed to do was to win tomorrow’s auction for the fruit. “How much do you think it would fetch?” This was his most
significant concern. He did not have any money on him right now. The money he spent on buying the Century Lotus came from
Olivia. He could not embarrass himself any further by asking her for more money.
If a man constantly asked a woman for money, he would be called a leech.

“He doesn’t want money. He wants to be cured! He’s seeking treatment from all the great families in Irieson. Anyone who could
cure the patient would gain the fruit.” There was a sense of heaviness in Rochka’s voice. After all, he did not know that Thomas
was also a skilled doctor. His research only told him that Thomas used to know Quincy, the most outstanding doctor in Droycore.
He thought that Thomas could get his hands on the Essence Fruit if he asked Quincy for help, but when Rochka asked Quincy
about the case, Quincy said he could not treat the patient.
However, he knew it would not stop Thomas from getting what he wanted. Even if Quincy could do nothing, Thomas could ask
the Travis Family for help. The Travis Family would surely agree to help with how close they were.
Meanwhile, a grin of sheer delight spread across Thomas’ face. It felt as if the universe itself was aligning in his favor. After
enduring years of hardships and trials, this remarkable opportunity was presented to him. The Essence Fruit appeared to be a
gift tailor-made for him. His confidence soared as he firmly believed in his exceptional skills as a doctor. He held the unwavering
belief that there was no illness in the world that he couldn’t cure. “I’ll be at the auction tomorrow.”
“You can ask the Travis Family for help. If they say yes—”
Before Rochka could finish speaking, Thomas interrupted him, saying, “It’s fine. I can do it myself.”
“Huh? Are you that confident?”
“Of course!” Thomas chuckled before saying in a confident and boastful tone. “Mr. Nett, please keep the fruit safe for me
because it’s already mine.” After saying these words, he hung up.
On the other end of the call, Rochka stared at his phone in bewilderment, a mixture of confusion and curiosity flickering in his
eyes. Thomas’ statement about being able to cure the patient without the Travis Family’s assistance left Rochka with questions.
Is he also a doctor? Even if he is a doctor, he is exceptionally overconfident. If word spread about the Essence Fruit’s existence,
ancient monsters from all corners of the world would undoubtedly flock to obtain it. The competition would be fierce!