In the blink of an eye, I switched bodies with the adopted son of Gotham's richest man.
Let me make this clear first: this isn't a power fantasy about transmigrating into someone else's life, beating up every villain who comes along, making a fortune, and reaching the pinnacle of success...
I knew a witch's magic could be unreliable, but unreliable enough to swap my soul with a complete stranger? Seriously, isn't that taking it a little too far?
As I watched Gotham's thugs pounce on me, then looked over at the guy wearing my body and my handsome face, I finally accepted reality. I'd become the legendary young master Wayne, who gets kidnapped every three days and is too helpless to take care of himself.
I felt the custom suit, with no useful pockets and nothing going for it besides the price tag, then looked at the expensive phone in my hand and fell into thought.
Fine, the phone would do. Unlike an unreliable magician, a dependable all-rounder can take these guys down with nothing but a fragile phone.
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