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A chat group full of not so nice people

A mercenary with a strong character. An apathetic cannibal psychopath. A proud and unstable princess. A hunter addicted to battle. A very racist witch. Add to that an esper with an outrageous lack of morals (me). And you have a more than chaotic chat group. As well as a tight-knit, dysfunctional, and strangely loving family. - I have no taboos, which means that I will have no problem talking about things like gore, r*pe, torture, racism, and other things like that. That doesn't mean I condone those things. That's about all I wanted to say, so enjoy your reading. (No harem)

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You're a fucking Esper, Ethan

I'm sure the surprise shows on my face as I try to comprehend the situation I'm in, my eyes sweep over my position trying to figure out where I am before looking at my body. "This isn't my body, these aren't my clothes, and this certainly isn't the warehouse I was in, so what's going on?"

My confusion stems from the fact that I was standing on the cold, dirty floor of an abandoned warehouse a few seconds ago, and my body was covered in wounds and bruises.

Why? Well let's just say that in Gotham City, when you're not born in the right neighborhood, the path of crime quickly becomes a given and the deeper I got into it, the more I noticed that I was very.....good at what I was doing, who would have believed it? A cruel lack of morality and mercy is one of the things required to sleep peacefully at night after burning down an orphanage.

Everything was going well, just that one day I thought that robbing one of Gotham's mob bosses was a good idea, just a few days later, the Penguin's henchmen caught me on a street corner, and before I knew what was fucking happening, I was on the ground getting beaten up, which was less painful than hearing that fucking dwarf do his fucking monologue.

Seriously, my ears were the part of my body that hurt the most, so I politely asked him to shut the fuck up, which made him a little angry and sped up my death, a bullet to the head, then I woke up in what I think is a forest.

To say I'm surprised would be a lie, after all, I live in a world where assholes in pantyhose fight other assholes in pantyhose, plus aliens and demons shit, so the fact that I transmigrated into another body doesn't surprise me more than that, for sure, I wonder what the fuck going on, but if I've learned one thing from my life of crime, it's that panicking is like flashing a sign that says kill me I'm vulnerable, which I'm not.

"Let's already try to see where I...." [System online]

"Excuse me?"

[The Esper - Ethan Reyes is online]

[The Green Mercenary - Shego is online]

[The Ice demon - Doma is online]

[The Fire Princess - Azula is online]

[The Elastic hunter - Hisoka Morow is online]

[The Pure-blood Witch - Bellatrix Lestrange is online]

[You can start chatting with the chat group in 60:00:00]

[Will you open your welcome box?

Y/N]

"Okay, okay, remember, we're not panicking, even if it's a little hard, just breathe and think calmly."

I look carefully at the names on the holographic screen, and the first thought that comes to my mind is that I don't know any of these people.

From what I've read of this kind of story on the internet, usually one of the people in the group is a reincarnated guy who knows every single person in the group, but here, nothing, these names are completely unknown to me.

"I'm not even sure what my first name is, because clearly, this isn't even my original body anymore, besides, what do I look like?"

I look around for something to reflect my face. "Ah, here we go." I say as I walk over to a puddle to look at my face.

"Okay, first, chances are I'm Ethan Reyes, second, I'm fucking handsome."

The face now mine is darkly skinned with amber eyes, and long black hair tied in a sloppy bun with a few strands framing my new face.

I am dressed in a white shirt, black trench coat, gloves, pants, and brown boots.

I refocus my attention on the names present on the Holographic screen by trying, by all means, to know if I already heard their names somewhere, but nothing, I dig in my brain, but I do not manage to find who are these characters of fiction.

"Maybe I'm the fictional character." I say with a chuckle for a few seconds before stopping when I see something intriguing on that list. "Esper? I don't remember being an Esper, wait, wouldn't that be..."

My eyes quickly land on the message I ignored instead as I read the message that has me slightly shaking with excitement.

[Will you open your welcome box?

Y/N]

With trembling fingers, I press yes, but my finger runs across the screen, making me frown before I try to think of answering yes, which works. 'So it's used by thoughts? Good to know.'

[Esper: Gives you the ability to use psychic powers and energies.]

[Psychic Power: Astral Projection, Psionic Intuition, Empathy, Extrasensory Perception, Psychokinesis, Telepathy, Teleportation]

".... Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm, stay fucking calm." It took me ten minutes for my heart to stop beating so hard I felt like it was going to burst out of my chest like a fucking xenomorph, and once my nerves calmed down, a searing pain shot through my skull as if someone was stabbing white-hot knives directly into my brain.

Despite all my willpower, it only takes a few seconds for me to fall into unconsciousness.