Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"What is that psycho planning?" Obsidian mumbled and shook his head.

Not wanting to look vulnerable, he pushed himself off Lank. "Don't take this the wrong way."

"Aggh!"

Obsidian's head whipped in the direction of the sound. To his surprise, he watched Nix rip off the hand of the very collector that Lank had engaged with earlier.

"So that's how you were able to still breathe up until now." Obsidian deadpanned.

"Hey! I did hold my lot for a good time." Lank protested.

He knew how well Nix had helped him and was grateful for the opportunity, but getting the situation rubbed in his face, he didn't feel all too pleased.

"Mentor got some sort of secret weapon again?" Obsidian blurted out, tilting his head as he spoke.

"Again?" Lank caught on to that word and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. There were more things he didn't know about Nix that he suspected Obsidian knew about.

Feeling he had let on more than he wanted to, Obsidian whistled lightly focusing his attention more on the gruesome duel. It was fun to finally see Nix go ballistic on something.

"That freak of nature caught me unawares, but not anymore, now I can counter productively," Obsidian spoke to himself, nodding his head to the resolve.

Bam!

"How long have they been at it?" Obsidian questioned curiously, seeing the collector take a beating and countless little cuts from Nix.

Nix's attacks looked more like he was aiming not to quickly discard the collector, but slowly make him suffer.

Slash!

His telekinetic wave creates a sharp cutting edge on the object of his choice.

Lank's jaw dropped at the cut sustained by the collector, there was no contact whatsoever and that scared him.

"H... How the heck did he–"

Obsidian chuckled at the new ability that was confirmed, not only could he summon the most powerful beast in all of Arkai, but could also use telekinesis with some dangerous techniques at will.

"How the heck does he have another rare gift?" Lank hissed, hoping to get the answers from someone he thought would have direct information about the weird anomaly.

Obsidian merely blinked as he knew the question was directed at him but there was no way he could answer that.

"You're asking the impossible." Obsidian finally responded. Clicking his tongue.

"What happened to him, he looks..." Obsidian racked his thoughts for the right word to describe how Nix was as he went ballistic on the collector.

Even he somewhat felt pity for the victim of Nix's rage.

"Crazed? Ruthless?" Lank suggested, wiggling his brows.

Obsidian simply nodded to the words, what Nix was doing wasn't in any way near normality.

"That someone was on the verge of killing his friend," Lank replied proudly, secretly happy that this was done because he was in danger.

He was sure that Obsidian would get the sense of what he meant by 'killing his friend'.

Obsidian tilted his head and said, "I was about to be killed?"

Dejection clouded in on Lank's thinking, his brow twitched at how twisted Obsidian's thinking was.

"It was me, you idiot!" He said through gritted teeth.

Rolling his eyes at Lank's jealous attitude, he held a smirk, content with the fact that he had caused trouble in their little friendship.

"How is it that you are the only one present and the others are..." Lank paused, hoping Obsidian should understand what he meant.

"Since you were so preoccupied with your little rage fest, you had missed out on the fact that the weak and uninterested link had to be taken off," Obsidian said with a laugh.

Pulling Lank to the side, they watched as an arm flew in their direction.

"That's never going to grow back," Obsidian said with the click of his tongue.

"You think?" Lank hissed in reply.

"How do you think the others are faring right now?" Lank continued, secretly wishing he was in their stead, getting comfortable in Gia's arms.

"Faring better than we are." Obsidian retorted.

–––––––––––

In Mr. Zhao's room,

Whoosh!

Reappearing in his room, Solis took a step back and away from Zephyr and Mr. Zhao.

He stumbled on the right words to say to convey his thoughts to the two people he could consider strangers. "I... I... got to go."

Mr. Zhao nodded his head, he had his hand on the wall to steady his footing. Never in his life had he been reminded of the fact that he could die at any moment while he worked for the organization.

Solis dashed out without a second thought when given the chance.

Immediately he was sure that Solis was far away, he cast a dark gaze on Zephyr.

"What was that?" He snapped in irritation.

Zephyr did a double-take, unsure of what this old man meant and why he was still lingering.

Trying to ignore trouble, he walked towards the door but was disturbed when the door slammed in his face.

"Automatic... don't even bother teleporting, so long as the damping effect is present in my room, you shouldn't have that privilege here." He had the corner of his lips raised in triumph.

It was specifically because of Zephyr that certain doors were made so that they couldn't be targeted by him while they were vulnerable.

It was either they deactivate it or Zephyr finds another route out of there.

Zephyr looked around, trying to make use of his ability, but was shocked that he was facing the same kind of mess that found himself in while they were in the outlands.

"This is something you should be aware of." Mr. Zhao hissed, narrowing his eyes.

He had tried so hard to keep the disdain he felt for his little breakthrough for falling out of favor. He had also wished that the team's little mission would be their last–he had made sure of it.

Zephyr raised a brow at what was said, he knew what an automatic door was, but instead was troubled by how Mr. Zhao said those words. It felt as though he was trying to get a word out of him.

"Is there anything I should be concerned about, sir?" Zephyr gave a slight bow, trying his best to stay in the good record of the person who seemed to have a hold on the others.

Mr. Zhao had a wry smile on his face, "I do need to know how you managed to get your ability up and running again."

Zephyr stared at the man who pretended to be interested in what he had to say.

He had wanted to reply on how ignorant he was of that information as it was all thanks to Obsidian's timely intervention in thwarting his plan of getting first-hand information.

Although he was sure that Nix was the cause of such, he began to calculate what had led up to the question but couldn't come up with one, the reason for mentioning it was something to be worried about.

"I never mentioned anything that has to do with my abilities, sir." Zephyr countered.

He was confident he had made the right choice to not trust Mr. Zhao, there was something fishy about him and the manner of approach wasn't well-pleasing either.

Mr. Zhao grimaced, internally cursing at the fact that he had made a slip without thinking of linking questions.

"Our organization can detect a change in one's aura, and you had yours disturbed for a while." Mr. Zhao quickly lied to cover up his previous words.

'Lies! I'm not a fool.' Zephyr hissed in his thoughts and narrowed his eyes.

"Thank you Sir for the concern, but I will be heading back to my room now." He gave a final bow, hoping Mr. Zhao took this as a sign of his willingness to leave.

Mr. Zhao hummed, unsatisfied with his words, but willing to let him off if he could carry out a little task.

"I will let you off if you can do something for me." Mr. Zhao conditioned.

'Here comes making a deal with the devil.' Zephyr rolled his eyes at the words but nodded his head nonetheless.

"You need to find out what Solis has to say to the rest when he gets back and–"

Feeling the need to point out, he cut in immediately, "he's already left, what makes you think that I can–"

Then it dawned on him what his abilities were. 'Goddamnit!'

Understanding that Zephyr also knew that he had made a slip with his words, Mr. Zhao had a smirk on his lips. "I see you finally get the logic behind my little task."

"What makes you think I would work for you on this?" Zephyr questioned, curious about how he could be tied down once released.

Clapping his hand, he let out a sigh of satisfaction. "It's interesting to know that you are interested in the consequences."

"How's the pendant on your neck faring, losing its glow?" He snickered.

Confused, Zephyr brought out the pendant only to watch in horror as the color was starting to fade and his breathing strained.

Huff!

Huff!

"What..." He forced the word, "...is this?"