Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"Arion, there has been a change of plans."

Looking over at Mr. Zhao as soon as he said that, he could already feel the emptiness in those words.

"You're kicking me out?" He laughed, confident that was what was happening.

A part of him felt relieved, he would be able to return to his friends and far away from all the craziness in his life, the other part was furious at having his right to stay forcefully taken from him.

"Yes and no." Mr. Zhao replied, shaking his head at how wrong that was portrayed.

Little did Arion realize that someone was sleeping on his bed. The moment he heard a snore, he jumped back and got a glimpse of an unsuspecting male.

"My word!" Arion exclaimed, "I have been kicked out and replaced before I even had a say." He clicked his tongue.

"Who's he?" He pointed at the stranger, "some powerhouse?"

"An uncle," Nix interjected with a devilish grin, knowing that wasn't the answer Arion was looking for.

Rolling his eyes, Mr. Zhao glared daggers at Nix, knowing this was the very tactic he used on him.

"He's someone new..." Mr. Zhao replied, even though he didn't have all the details of this person.

One thing was certain, he did have a suppressed aura in him, all they needed to do was find out how to unlock it.

This has brought about new possibilities that they had never imagined. The possibility of citizens passed the age of infancy being able to hide their gift or magic till an age such as the person on the bed.

The thought of studying this person was the only driving force to let him stay until that was resolved. Knowing the source could be undutifully helpful to Sesa in her research.

"What am I, someone old?" Arion retorted. It had been the third day in here and he was going to be replaced because of some strange guy?!

Nix rolled his eyes at the statement, this was dragging on more than necessary.

"It isn't that you're old, just not needed." Nix wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, adding fuel to the flame.

Arion growled at the perceived threat.

"Don't even think about it!" Obsidian thundered, his demeaning aura seething off him as he stared down the defenseless Arion.

Gulping, he forced himself to his feet, letting out a series of sighing and groaning, displeased with what he was going through.

"It was you, right?" He pointed an accusing finger at Lumina.

"Save your blame game for another day, fart face," Lumina blew on her nose as a form of telling him to get lost.

With drooping shoulders, he walked out slowly.

"What's going to happen to me?" He questioned, worried that there might be a rule of being killed if rejected by the organization. There was never a time he could recall anyone leaving the organization out of their own accord.

"I said yes and no to your earlier question," Mr. Zhao hissed in irritation at having to repeat himself on this.

"You aren't kicked out per se, consider it more of being moved to somewhere more promising."

He had bigger plans for Arion, if he could develop such hate at such a tender stage, all he needed to do was build on it when the need arises.

Reluctant to follow through with this, he hesitated.

"Bye-bye!" Lumina taunted with a smile.

"You watch your back!" Arion hissed, walking off with Mr. Zhao.

They all watched until those two were all out of sight.

Pushing the others in, Nix closed the door behind him.

"So... now what?" He looked at the others for advice.

Obsidian raised his hand and his silver claws protruding, "I could kill him and pretend none of this ever happened."

"A bad joke indeed." Nix chuckled, turning his attention to Lumina and Lank.

To pass the time while he stood bored and not doing anything, Obsidian licked the back of his palm, using it to wipe down his head and then his face.

"More animalistic than necessary." Lank grimaced. "Good thing I'm more human than him."

Obsidian glared at him but said nothing, he just followed his instinct and was proud of it.

Sniff!

Sniff!

"Good thing that he's about to wake up." Obsidian nodded in the direction of Alex.

Twisting and turning, Alex groaned as his eyes fluttered open.

A faint glow caused a maroon static energy surrounding area to blow up in their faces, pushing them back.

"Not again!" Lank groaned as he got up. "I carried you back here, asshole! And this is what you pay me with?"

Alex's eyes flickered back to their usual gray. He looked at the sound of voices.

"Who..." He croaked.

"Welcome to the land of the living, jerk ass!" Lank snapped, pushing back his hair and adjusting his shirt.

"Where am I? Who are you all?" Alex questioned, pushing himself up so he could have a better look at all of them.

Obsidian rolled his eyes at the question, it reminded him so much of Arion. "One answer is all you got, choose wisely."

"Where am I?" He went on with that instead.

Clap!

Clap!

"Welcome to hell," Nix said with all enthusiasm, opening his arms.

Alex flinched looking all around him as he contemplated what this person meant.

This wasn't the abandoned area he was in before. The raenz wasn't anywhere to be found and with this let out a sigh of relief.

'The little girl!' His eyes widened at the memory.

"You're scaring him." Lumina hissed at Nix.

"But it's true," Nix whispered back.

"The girl, where is she?" Alex said in a manner of desperation.

Nix's face fell upon hearing these words. "So you are an uncle figure."

Furrowing his brows, Alex tilted his head in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The little girl was so adamant about getting her uncle." Obsidian cut in, rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue.

"Is she safe? Did you all receive my message sent from the–" he reached into his pocket but found nothing.

'The black box, where is it?!' He thought in a panic, stiffly raising his head as he stared at them.