Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Bam!

Bam!

"Let us out of here, you beast!" Zephyr yelled in rage.

They had been in the black sphere for who knows when.

The thick black fog inside the sphere made it impossible for them to know where the other was, so to avoid any casualties, they sat and hoped to be let out sooner or later when Nix or the originator of the act arrived.

Bam!

"Would you cut it out?" Lank lazily snapped. "You're starting to piss me off."

What they faced wasn't something new to him or Solis, they knew how futile it was to go against the strange sphere.

All he majorly cared about was the reason for their enclosure by Obsidian.

'He isn't like that,' Lank shook his head in denial.

"I'm starting to piss you off?" Zephyr barked, pointing in the direction of the voice. "At least I'm trying to get us out of here!"

He had not heard a word from Solis but knew he could hear him somehow. "What the heck is the perk of your magic anyways if you can't fight darkness?!"

It felt all too good to point an accusing finger at someone, anyone who could have done something to prevent the current situation they were in.

He had warned them all of trusting Obsidian, but they wouldn't listen, it felt tempting to rub their failure in their faces, and laugh at them while at it.

"Shut the f*ck up!" Solis hissed in response, unable to take the blame for what had happened and his inability to get them out of the forcefield.

This wasn't just some regular magic that could be tamed with light, nor was it even magic at all.

"You criticize me for not being able to use my ability on this." Solis continued, that he was done being a pushover because of his bright personality–those who deserved such an attitude would be the only ones to witness his carefree behavior.

Zephyr on the other hand had struck a chord that ached his heart when he hit on a delicate topic.

"Do you have any magic to get us back so I can see my sister, my friends? Could you hold your lot against the very person you call a beast?" Solis yelled back with equal force.

"..."

The space fell quiet and Solis shook his head at how hypocritical Zephyr was.

"We should have left Obsidian in your care, not bothered to save a useless piece of trash as you are, maybe Nix wouldn't have gone to risk his life." Solis spat, wishing they had some form of light so he could visibly see all of them.

Lank's cheeks puffed up with air, it would be the first time he would see Solis so riled up by another's words. It was almost unreal to watch Solis lash out so well at Zephyr so much to shut him up in his tracks.

They needed a way out of here before the two eventually felt provoked enough to feel the need to sort the other out and attack.

'I don't want to be here and in the middle of the crossfire.' Lank sweat dripped onto his navy green skinny cargo jeans.

Tfff!

Pop!

The popping sound made them all grimace before opening theirs to see they were finally free.

Lank got excited by his ability to see his surroundings, he had wanted to call on them so they could share in his joy but immediately shut his lips as the heated glares flew in two directions–at Zephyr from Solis and vice versa.

Rolling his eyes, he decided to concentrate more on how they had been freed.

"Aahh!" Lank yelped in shock by the sudden appearance of Obsidian behind him.

"Hello!" Obsidian said in an upbeat voice, chuckling right after.

Bam!

Lank instinctively punched Obsidian in the face and instantly regretted his action.

Obsidian had his face forced to the side, a look of shock and disbelief on his face.

Nix burst out laughing at the scene. Obsidian had enough of smacking for one day and this wasn't what he had planned.

Even though he regretted his action, there was no way he was apologizing to the person that had trapped them.

"Serves you right." Lank harrumphed.

Nix looked over to the two who were still glaring at each other and oblivious to their presence.

Obsidian clenched his fist and exhaled so he would calm his thoughts.

"What's up with those two?" Nix pointed out Zephyr and Solis. "What pissed off Solis?"

Lank looked behind him, shaking his head. That was another chapter he wished he couldn't read to them.

"Care to figure it out yourself?" Lank let out a sigh while he facepalmed.

Nix walked toward the two. "Solis?" He began, hoping to get his attention.

Whipping his head to the call of his name, his jaw dropped at the sight of Nix.

Jumping onto him, he held Nix's neck tightly. "You're back!!"

Nix choked on the hold on him. "Leh gow!"

He wondered why Lank had not reacted in such a way to him, instead, it was Solis that acted strangely.

Whispering into his ears, "beware of that jerk!"

All the while he said those words, he put on a forced smile, speaking through his teeth while he tried to maintain the balance in his facial expression.

Pulling away from Nix, he maintained the smile he had and stared hopefully at him.

"Zephyr," Nix spoke calmly and calculated his words as he conversed with his disguised ex-friend.

Zephyr rolled his eyes but said nothing more in response.

"Feeling okay?" Nix questioned vaguely, hoping his action in the grassland had some sort of effect like he had planned.

Zephyr examined his hands, legs, and his hands on his face and pulled lightly on his cheeks. "Nah, nothing other than the usual."

Nix facepalmed at the answer. He had expected the dimwit to understand what he meant, but he was wrong–he was as dumb as a fish.

"I have one question for you smartass." Nix shook his head, having to converse with Zephyr personally again.

"Have you felt that something was different about you recently?"

Zephyr looked at his palm, clenching and unclenching them. "Not really."

'No wonder you couldn't notice that even your acquired ability was taken from you. How stupid!' Nix deadpanned in his thoughts, giving a poker face.

"Why don't you do a test drive on your magic?" Nix said through gritted teeth.

Taking a defensive stance and thinking about the area of choice, he teleported out from his current location. Reappeared by Obsidian's side and punched him in the face.

Obsidian growled in response to the slight pain he received from that magic-augmented punch.

"There goes another one," Lank muttered, shaking his head and hoping Zephyr would get away with it.

"You're pushing it peekaboo!" Obsidian sneered, keeping his cool as they needed him to get back.

Raising his chin in pride, Zephyr blew on his nails. "Not as much as the death sentence I had almost gotten for being 'useless' like you had said."

Obsidian's nose scrunched up in a suppressed rage, narrowing his eyes.

Nix's lips drew into a thin line, he had hoped to be asked what he had done to make it a reality, but the disappointment that washed over him was insurmountable.

"Let's just get out of here, self-conceited fool." Nix snapped. "Before you suddenly become useless again."

Zephyr raised a brow at Nix's words, he knew he must have had something to do with him regaining his magic. On the other hand, he couldn't bring himself to thank him.

"Fine," Zephyr replied.

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In the organization–Mr. Zhao's room,

Mr. Zhao hummed to a melody as he flipped through a book while he leaned in on his fluffy purple pillow.

Zip!

Zip!

Two males who are identified as collectors made their appearance in his room.

Cough!

Cough!

He hit his chest and quickly hid his purple pillow behind the other black and white pillows.

"What the heck are you doing in here?!" He hissed, looking around his room.

The high windows enclosed by black veils allowed only a little bit of luminous light in.

He wondered how they had happened to enter his room.

"We bring some news to you." One of the collectors announced with his voice cold and calm.

Raising his brows to their words, he cleared his throat, signaling they could continue with their report.

"Gaviel is missing." The other replied almost instantly. "It's been three days till now."

Flinging his book away in shock, he punched a hole right through his bed.

"How is that possible?!" He growled. The corner of his lips twitched uncontrollably.

The collectors walked towards the window, pushing away the veil to allow more luminous light in.

They had their hands behind them as they stared out.

"Have you forgotten he doesn't have the medal on him anymore?" One of them snapped, placing his hand on the window sill.

Claws protracted and he scratched down the glass. "A mistake had drawn the attention of our master."

Mr. Zhao's eyes widened to be news, his chest-thumping loudly as he anticipated their next action.

They turned around and towards Mr. Zhao, a devilish smirk on their lips and their eyes glowing as they approached.