Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Lank did a double take and stumbled on the floor for a second time.

This time he fell into the hard barrier of his telekinetic field. "You shouldn't trip so often, bestie."

Lank could feel the disappointment in his words, all he could do was get to his feet and lower his head in shame.

He hoped Obsidian would have a plausible excuse to pull him out of the tight spot he was in.

"If you dare speak, Sid, on his behalf, I swear I'm going to lose it," Nix warned him just before he could open his mouth.

His mouth was gaped open for a while and closed afterward, he instantly regretted the fact that Nix was in his room. If he was in his room with Lumina, they would have successfully sneaked the incomplete elixir into his room without any suspicion.

Here they were being confronted by the very person that he had thought to hide it from.

"No response?!" Nix pressed on, gripping Lank's collar with his telekinetic grip.

If he could trigger his telekinetic energy and the dragons, he was going to see how long he could hold on to be broken by the very thing.

Lank struggled to be set free, he hated the fact that he couldn't fight back since he couldn't grab onto what was holding him.

This was an unfair advantage given into the wrong hands and could be detrimental to others.

"Let him go!" Obsidian barked, his hair standing on its head as he prepared to fight back.

They couldn't let him get closer to the jar, that would only put them in bigger trouble than they already were.

For all he could care about, the organization would be searching the whole organization for the elixir or who had been in there.

[Master, he's your friend!]

'F*ck friendship! They look like they just betrayed me and won't tell me what's in his possession.' Nix spat, tired of her interference, he cut off her presence immediately.

'I'm sorry Mune, but I can't carry on with your presence.' He closed his eyes before opening them with a new resolve.

[Mission: Find out the truth]

The corner of Nix's lips raised at the attempt to go against him. "Don't interfere in a friendly discussion."

Obsidian felt reluctant to act on his instinct, he had a friend in danger because of him, yet he could feel the hurt of being betrayed even after knowing something was odd about them.

Alex activated his ability and created a wave of static energy spreading all around him, knocking Obsidian off guard.

He had expected the same to happen to Nix, but to his horror, he stood tall and had a devious smile.

"I must say, you have advanced in your training. That last wave was exhilarating, it almost 'moved' me." Nix gave a light bow.

Alex instantly regretted his action as he watched Obsidian struggle to his feet, he had ruined their chance at having a fair fight by using such a sneaky attack and ruining Obsidian's standing.

Obsidian glared at Alex but said nothing, instead, his gaze was still on Lank suspended in the air.

Nix let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose in disappointment. They had all teamed against him even though they were the ones in the wrong.

Letting go of Lank, he realized his approach to handling the information he had gotten from Mune had been a bit overboard.

"You two are hiding something from me and more so it felt familiar yet degrading." Nix's solemn voice broke the awkward silence between them.

He hated the thought of betrayal, he had high hopes of his friends never being in that category, yet they had betrayed his trust when it affected him.

Deactivating his ability, his shoulder drooped as he was stricken with guilt.

"I will apologize for my rash actions," he said with a sigh.

Turning to Lank who was still trying to catch his breath after that nerve-racking one-on-one with Nix.

He pushed back and refused to look at Nix. This made him more determined to keep the information he had learned from Mr. Gaviel's memory a secret.

If Nix were to know about this information, he might as well flip to rage mode.

"Lank..." Nix began, careful about how he could get the desired information from him.

"It's pointless, I don't wish to discuss anything with you." Lank harrumphed and dashed out immediately before he could be stopped.

Nix was left stunned and stood frozen. He was the one meant to be in rage at what was going on–there was something in Lank's possession that had called out to him and had drained him.

'This isn't over!' He vowed in his thoughts. He had strangely gotten a mission that involved Lank and Obsidian's involvement, there was no way he was going to ignore it.

The walls slowly began to disintegrate as they revealed the original room of Obsidian and Alex.

Nix didn't feel there was any need to be an obstruction to the two. It was their room and he had overstayed his welcome. "I will be leaving now."

"Nix!" Obsidian called out, but was reluctant to act on his call so instead he stood his ground as he watched him leave.

Click!

Nix looked at room 2 and wondered what could be going on in Lank's thoughts.

This is the first time they had ever hit the bottom in their friendship. He placed his head on the door lightly.

'Could you forgive me? I was blinded by rage.' He had wanted to say when he knocked to register his presence, but pulled away and walked to his room.

Click!

Inside Lank's room, he had his ear on the door and could actively hear all that was going on within a meter radius from his door.

He felt guilty for walking out like that on all of them, but that was the only way he could think of avoiding stirring up bigger hate.

He could understand why Nix's last name had been crossed out of his gold medal back at the academy. He could guess it was his doing and the only reason he had joined was for some elaborate revenge of his.

If he knew about the one he knew of, it'll only ignite the dying hate he had in his heart.

From the little time they had spent as friends, he knew Nix as being unable to express his emotions but was great at keeping those who meant the world to him.

​ He was just glad that he had been able to hide the elixir in one of the drawers of the bedside table. Keeping the key safely with him.

He would meet up with Obsidian during the night and hand him the jar so he was the one who could properly take care of it.

'Would I get to the bottom of this?' Lank vowed, placing his head on the door while deep in thoughts.

"Lank, what are you doing standing by the door?" Gia broke up his line of thoughts.

She had been watching him and couldn't understand why he was acting as though he was running away from something or someone.

"Nothing." Lank rubbed the back of his head.

She made a joke about him caring about the door while he was in than his interaction with her.

She pulled on the loose spaghetti strap of her blue silk night dress. Wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Lank chuckled, glad that she had managed to liven his mood, and walked towards the bed.

Gia opened her arms wide allowing him to rest comfortably on her bust while she gently stroked his hair.

"Did you two fight?" She muttered in a low tone.

She could feel that was what was bothering him and she wondered how she could help with it.

'Fight? I got my ass whooped!' Lank froze at her question, skeptical about letting her in on the information.

Gia had a big smile as she understood her question was a tough call to answer, but she could feel the tension in the air after he had rushed in then.

"If you don't want to speak to me about it, I want you to know that letting this stretch out would only worsen the situation going on between you two." She counseled.

"If you know a secret about someone and it would affect how they see everything in a dangerous light, would you still tell them?"

Gia's brows furrowed, it sounded a bit weird for such a case to happen, but that wasn't the strange thing that made her worried, instead, it was the fact that the instant he was given was related to him being conflicted on something.

"Well..." she tapped her cheek lightly as she thought hard about the right answer she could give. Her answers were bound to be taken seriously by Lank.

His curious red eyes stared at her, eagerly waiting for her thoughts on what he had proposed.