Transmigrated With A Resolution System

If this would give her ample time to hide the scroll, she would definitely agree to it.

Nodding her head, she smiled, "of course, I promise."

[Conviction: 2/2]

Nix sighed, finally he was able to get through to her in time. His work for the time being was finally done, this just confirms how tasking doing chores could be.

Although, it felt a little too easy to him. He could only attribute it to the scroll she tried hiding. Turning around, he took a quick glance at her.

"Go on." She cajoled, "I just need to take care of things, I will be down soon."

His eyes went to her hand hidden behind her. He wondered what could be so special about that scroll.

Nodding his head, he turned to leave. He didn't need any complications in his life whatsoever.

As he walked down the stairs, the user interface popped up in front of him.

[Congratulations on your successful completion, you have a total of 10 points earned]

[Make up mission: 2/10]

[You have earned the class: Wheedler]

The next day, he had made up his mind to explore this world of his creation. Staying home was like being put in a cage.

​ He needed to increase his stats if he wanted to level up and get stronger.

Pushing in the door, he was surprised how fast everyone had made their way to the table. Had he really walked so slow to have missed something in time?

Aimi was munching on her food, mouth full like a chipmunk.

His mother too had weirdly managed to get to the table before him. She had taken a napkin, dabbing the corner of Aimi's mouth.

Naz gracefully munched on his food, his eyes closed.

'Show off.' He rolled his eyes. Taking a seat at the dining table. Maybe eating could take his mind off the emptiness he felt.

Looking down at the dish before him, it's pleasant aroma-infused steam deepened his sensory connection. It was indeed the distraction he needed.

He looked to the side, there laid a pair of wooden chopsticks placed horizontally on it's wooden rest.

'Chopsticks?' He facepalmed.

He had always been fascinated by East Asian culture, and his love of anime had also contributed to this.

He had tried eating ramen with a chopstick once and from that initial experience, his clothes were all soiled with the broth as he tried slurping the noodles he could barely pick up with it. Numerous times he had tried, but his little patience as a large eater, ended up using a fork.

Luckily, a fork and a knife was placed beside it. He smiled, picking it up

He narrowed his eyes, knowing fully well what was about to come.

[Make up mission: Make use of the chopsticks to eat]

Slamming his hand on the table in rage at the stupid missions he was getting. Did he really need to go through with it?

The others were startled at the vibrations that rocked their tableware.

"Don't you like the dish?" His mother turned her attention to him, worried.

"If you don't like the dish, how about you go make another? Instead of causing a scene, disrupting the peace of the family." Naz countered, glaring at his brother.

Nix had just about had enough with the missions. He could as well think of this as a punishment by the system.

'Punishment system is more like it.' He clenched his hand into a fist on the table.

"Brother Nix?" Aimi tugged at his sleeve, this was just what he needed to bring him back from the pool of rage and despair.

His features softened. He couldn't possibly stay angry with the load of cuteness standing in front of him.

"Are you okay? This is your favorite dish, don't you like the dish anymore?" She questioned.

Exhaling, he couldn't possibly transfer his aggression on his innocent little sister. But he could on his obnoxious brother who was glaring at him like some culprit.

'Care to switch with me? Let's see how you fare with these stupid missions!' He raised his brow at his brother who did the same but still held the glare.

Turning his attention back to Aimi. He shook his head to her questions, "I am fine and I surely still like this dish."

Although he had never tasted it before, the aroma was enough reason for him to determine it must have been this body's favorite.

"Could I feed you then, brother Nix?" She squealed in delight.

This was his chance to negate the silly mission. "I would love–"

[Warning: Decline]

Nix frowned at what he saw, it almost felt like he was being watched by the system. Even a simple meal of him being fed by his sister couldn't be realized because of the system?!

He had not yet known what punishment could be given if he failed to ignore the warning. He couldn't drag her in whatever tricks the system was pulling.

'F*ck this make up mission!'

Aimi picked up his chopsticks, waiting for his response eagerly.

"Aimi, please go take a seat. He's not a baby, you should be the one treated like a princess." Naz slammed his chopsticks on the table.

Aimi ignored her eldest brother, her big blue eyes a little bit too enticing. He had to tear away his gaze, biting down on his bottom lip to what he was going to do.

Taking the chopsticks from her hand, he placed it back on its rest. Holding her little hands.

"I would love to... but your brother would like to eat this himself." He lied, internally battling with himself to speak out his real thoughts.

"Oh..." She looked down, dejected.

"Aimi, how about you feed me?" Their mother called out, trying to sound as cheerful as she could be.

"Okay." She sighed as she dragged her feet towards her mother.

"Wait!"

She felt her wrists wrench at both sides.

Naz glared at Nix who held Aimi's other wrist.

Aimi looked sideways at both brothers as she was caught in the middle of an unknown feud.