I’ve transmigrated.
Originally, I was the only one who crossed over. Quietly surviving in Metropolis wasn’t so bad.
Except when superheroes show up—it’s a bit unsettling. I mean, they’re comic book characters, right? Seeing them in real life is just… weird!
But my chaotic roommates made everything much more complicated.
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Roommate A is cosplaying Conner; Roommate B is cosplaying Jason.
…So why on earth are two characters who have nothing to do with each other showing up together?
Roommate A, in a solemn tone via mental channel: “We have our own script.”
You have what now?? At least tell me what the script is!
Roommate B calmly says, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Metropolis like this, right, Con?”
Roommate A lowers his head, silent. After a pause, he changes the subject: “That’s why I wanted to work with you. I suppose that one can no longer watch over the entire Earth from this world, so now’s the time to talk.”
Me: Hold on! I can’t keep up with your logic! (does the iconic crying gesture)
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Roommate A’s boyfriend is cosplaying M’gann; Roommate C is cosplaying Dick.
Roommate B tightens his lips and sneers: “How can someone who’s long since gone to hell come back to life? Don’t tell me I’m already dead and just haven’t realized it.”
Roommate A’s boyfriend replies seriously: “We can’t guarantee this world isn’t under surveillance by him — from here on, let’s communicate telepathically.”
Mental channel:
Roommate A’s boyfriend: Why did I transmigrate, ahhhhh?! I didn’t save my essay! (gasps for air)
Roommate D: I’m TOTALLY the Tank! Let me touch those abs!
…Is it really necessary for you people to act so different in public and private!?
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Then there are Roommate A’s boyfriend’s roommates, who cosplay Selina, Lois, and Artemis.
Oh, and my boyfriend cosplays Tim.
OK, so aside from me and my boyfriend, everyone’s gender-swapped?
