I'm Someone Else

Chapter 287

For the entire night, Thomas struggled in the quagmire in his dream. When he woke up the next day,he caught a whiff of a pungent smell.

“What’s that smell? It’s so revolting!”

It was so stinky that he quickly opened his eyes, and he was shocked by what he saw. Could thedream be true? Otherwise, how do I explain the mud around me?

Thomas hurriedly got out of bed and took a look at himself in the mirror, only to see that his entirefigure was covered in mud. He reckoned that if he left the house like this, everyone would be looking athim like he was a strange man.

Thomas turned around to look at the dirty bed sheet and shook his head with a helpless smile. “I haveto throw away the bed sheet and quilt cover. They’re all stained.”

Instead of getting frustrated, he was elated. That was because he knew that he had consumed toomuch herbal medicine a while back, and the remaining impurities had been expelled from his body.That was why he woke up looking like this.

He entered the bathroom and took a shower. It took him an hour and a half bottle of body wash beforehe washed off all the dirt and made the stench go away.

While he was showering, he had been pondering if his body could cleanse itself. Otherwise, how werethe impurities even removed from his body?

However, he couldn’t come up with a reasonable explanation for this, so he decided to stop thinkingabout it. It was wonderful that the impurities had been expelled instead of staying in his body. As for thereason that it even happened, it wasn’t so important, after all.

After changing the bed sheet and quilt cover, he sat on the bed and smoked, recalling the battle fromthe day before.

He had a feeling that his strength, agility, and responsiveness had been enhanced significantly. Eventhough he hadn’t fully recovered, the strength he exhibited in the fight the day before was much betterthan when he was at the peak of his power.

In the past, he wouldn’t have been able to easily defeat his enemies with little effort. However,everything happened naturally the day before. His movements were smooth, and he was able to defeathis enemies quickly.

What’s going on? He closed his eyes to examine himself and confirmed that he hadn’t fully recovered,so why did such a thing even happen? He kept asking himself questions.

All of a sudden, he opened his eyes as a glint flashed across his gaze. Could injury be a good thing forme instead? As long as I recover, I’ll be stronger than before.

He felt that it was likely the case. In other words, he had to get wounded more frequently and restorehis power. By doing so repeatedly, he would be unrivaled in this world.

It was no wonder that during the eight years when he was in the military service, he always felt that hispower would increase tremendously every time he recovered from injury. In the past, he thought that itwas just a misperception, but now, he could confirm that it was his body’s special characteristic.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

In other words, he had acquired his power through countless times of injury and recovery. He was likea piece of metal being forged repeatedly. There was no doubt he was a genius!

Gunnar, who was touted as the Genius of Capitalis, was no different from a piece of trash whencompared to Thomas.

However, there was also a downside to this. He had detected an anomaly in his body the day before.After an examination, he realized some strange energy in his elixir field, and it would move around fromtime to time. The energy was extremely weak. If he wasn’t attentive enough, he couldn’t even detect it.

This made Thomas worried. What’s that? Is it because I’ve been consuming medicine without anyprescription?

He felt his pulse and confirmed that he was in the pink of health. In that case, why was there somestrange energy in his elixir field?

After pondering for some time, he still couldn’t figure it out.

“Forget it. Since it doesn’t hurt, I’ll just ignore it,” Thomas muttered under his breath and stepped out ofthe room. Then, he entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast and herbal soup for Olivia.

After breakfast, he watched Olivia finish the herbal soup before they headed to Keyshire Propertytogether.

In Prescott Hospital in Irieson, Quincy was drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper in his office,enjoying the tranquility of the morning. Just then, his phone rang all of a sudden, shattering thepeacefulness.

Quincy picked up his phone and felt his chest tightening. That was because the person who called himwas his confidant, the mole sent to linger among the Six Greatest Families. The person had been doingwell, and he had been helping Quincy to collect information about the old monsters behind the GreatestFamilies.

Unless it was about a particular matter, the confidant usually wouldn’t call him for trivial matters.

“Hello?” Quincy answered the call while feeling apprehensive.

“Dr. Hofstead, the old monsters behind the Six Greatest Families had a meeting last night, and they’vedecided to hold the sacrifice earlier.”

“What? Are they going to hold the ritual earlier? When is it exactly?”

“It’s going to happen in ten days.”novelbin

Upon hearing that, Quincy gasped and almost dropped his cup. What are those old monsters up to byholding the ritual earlier? Have they realized that something is off?

After giving it some thought, he realized it shouldn’t be surprising. Declan was the only core memberleft in the Pearson Family, so that family was practically powerless. On the other hand, the Hinds hadbeen wiped out. It would be strange if those old monsters weren’t aware of the commotion.

“Hello? Dr. Hofstead?” the man on the other end of the line called out as Quincy had been silent for awhile. He wanted to inform Quincy about it last night, but it was already the latter half of the night. Assuch, he decided not to disrupt the man’s sleep.

“Alright, I got it. Continue to keep an eye on them,” Quincy ordered and hung up before leaning againstthe chair lethargically. Thomas just got into a fight yesterday. It seems that he’ll have no choice but toput his life at risk again.

He felt that the heavens were unfair to Thomas by giving him trouble after trouble when there were somany unscrupulous people out there. It felt as if Thomas had been targeted.

“It’s no wonder people always say good individuals don’t live long while a jinx will be around for a longtime. Anyway, I have to inform him about it.”

Although Quincy was frustrated, he had no choice but to give Thomas a call. After all, it was animportant matter, so he couldn’t hide it from him.