The cold rain of the city felt different against Felix’s skin than it ever had when he was Mike, the undisputed sovereign of the Dragon Group. In his previous life, Mike commanded a global empire with a single nod, moving markets and crushing rivals without breaking a sweat. Now, trapped in the slender, bruised body of a high school outcast named Felix, he stared at the neon lights reflecting in a puddle. The transition had been jarring, a soul-swap that left him with the memories of a titan but the social standing of a stray dog. He felt the phantom weight of his tailored suits replaced by a cheap, damp hoodie.
Felix’s new life was a nightmare of domestic cruelty. The Yates family, his foster parents, treated him as a convenient scapegoat for their frustrations. His foster brother, Tim, was a master of manipulation, framing Felix for thefts he didn't commit and failures he didn't deserve. Just an hour ago, Tim had smirked while their parents screamed at Felix, accusing him of stealing the family’s emergency savings—a lie so transparent Mike’s CEO instincts flared with cold fury. Instead of begging for forgiveness as the old Felix would have, Mike simply turned his back on them, severing the ties of a toxic home.
Walking through the gates of the local high school the next morning, Felix felt the eyes of the student body boring into him. He was the "weird kid," the one everyone felt comfortable mocking. But as he sat at his desk, Mike’s disciplined mind began to organize. He didn't just want revenge; he wanted a foundation. He decided that despite his vast knowledge of corporate law and macroeconomics, he would master this curriculum and enter a top-tier university. It wasn't about the degree; it was about the discipline of the climb. He opened a textbook, his sharp eyes scanning the pages with the intensity of a predator.
The peace of the library was shattered when Jason, the school’s notorious bully and son of a wealthy local developer, slammed a hand onto Felix’s desk. Jason was used to the old Felix trembling, but today, he met a gaze that felt like a plunge into a frozen lake. Mike, inhabiting Felix, didn't flinch. When Jason reached out to grab Felix’s collar, Mike moved with the practiced efficiency of a man who had survived assassination attempts. With a swift, calculated twist of the wrist, he sent Jason sprawling onto the floor, the sound of the impact echoing through the silent stacks of books.
The aftermath was immediate. Jason, humiliated and nursing a bruised ego and a sore arm, retreated to his parents. His father, a man who believed his moderate wealth bought him immunity from the law, was incensed. He demanded that Felix be expelled and "pay the price" for harming his precious heir. The school administration, fearful of losing the developer’s donations, summoned Felix to the principal’s office. Little did they know that while Felix was navigating the halls of the school, the shadows of his former life were finally closing in, tracing the energy signature of their lost leader.
Inside the office, Jason’s father loomed over Felix, shouting about lawsuits and ruined futures. "You’re a nobody, a foster brat with nothing!" he bellowed. Felix sat calmly, checking his watch—an old habit from a life where time was more valuable than gold. Just as the principal reached for the expulsion papers, the heavy oak doors were thrown open. A phalanx of men in sharp, charcoal suits entered, led by Marcus, the Dragon Group’s Chief of Security. The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly from a school disciplinary hearing to a high-stakes corporate takeover, suffocating the air with power.
Marcus ignored the stuttering principal and the stunned developer, walking straight to Felix. He bowed deeply, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and reverence. "Boss, we have searched every corner of this city for you. The Dragon Group is in chaos without its head." The room fell into a deathly silence. Jason’s father, who had spent his life trying to get even a brief meeting with a mid-level manager at Dragon Group, turned a sickly shade of gray. He realized that the "brat" he had been threatening was the very man who could dismantle his entire construction empire with a single phone call.
Felix stood up, the aura of a high school student shedding like old skin to reveal the terrifying presence of Mike. He looked at the principal, then at Jason’s trembling parents. "I came here to study in peace," he said, his voice a low, melodic threat. "But it seems the world refuses to let the dragon sleep." He turned to Marcus and told him to handle the legalities, ensuring that the Yates family and Jason’s father were held accountable for every transgression. As he walked out of the school, flanked by his loyal guards, Felix knew his academic journey would continue, but the rules of the game had just changed.
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