Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Mr. Gaviel let out a strained laugh at her question, "don't flatter yourself."

"Which was why I was ordered to... umm you know... do so myself." He facepalmed.

"What's next?" She cut in, knowing her fate had been altered the moment she was caught in that scene.

Assisting Fae to her feet, he heaved a sigh, knowing what he was going to ask was going to sound crazy.

"There's only a way to buy out time," he said in a whisper. "You have to escape the academy to a remote greenhouse in–"

"Mr. Gaviel, that's like asking for a quick death." She hissed, shaking her head at the proposal.

"You are going to die anyway if they get to know you're still alive." Mr. Gaviel hissed, irritated that she wasn't making his plans any easier.

Her lips drew into a thin line, "I apologize for talking without thinking things through, please continue." She timidly responded.

"I know you are worried about escaping the barrier placed on the school..." He nodded towards the hold bar on the wall.

Grabbing it, she wondered what he had planned.

Pulling his coat, he revealed the green gem underneath. Closing his eyes, he chanted incomprehensible words. The moment he did so, it gleamed brightly.

"Wow! They could always do that?" Fae spoke with awe, two large stars comically replacing her eyes.

"You thought I wore this for some sort of fashion?" Mr. Gaviel raised a brow, his eyes still closed but knowing who he was talking with.

Scratching the back of her head, her actions merely gave the impression she did think in that line. "Well..."

'Save it." Mr. Gaviel cut her explanation short, they had no time to waste.

"Repeat after me," he began, waiting for her confirmation that she was ready.

With a nod, she eagerly waited for the next line of action.

"Drea je rier."

"Drea je rier," Fae repeated, but immediately she said the words, it left a bad aftertaste.

"What was that feeling?" She questioned, her hand scratching her throat.

"I had transferred a tiny portion of my ability to you–namely just the part that allows you to pass the barrier with ease and I could keep track of your vitals.

There was something about the way he explained what he did that made her uncomfortable.

Mr. Gaviel realized the face she had as she suddenly zoned out.

"It isn't what you think," he shook his hand frantically, "if you encounter any danger I would be there with the call of my name. Remember only in times of danger."

Letting out a breath of relief, she dreaded the thoughts that popped into her head.

"Where do I go? I can't go to my home in the city." She shivered at the thought of being a fugitive on the run.

"A greenhouse on the outskirts of the city, you would meet a friend of mine. He would know what to do once you pick out a rose and hand it to him."

'So cheesy.' She cringed at the thought of giving a stranger a flower in such a manner. Her mind couldn't handle all the meaning she placed on that gesture.

"Is there another way to do that,"

"We have little time." Mr. Gaviel cut in quickly, the conversation was prolonged to a triggering degree.

No one was to know what next he had planned.

"Hit me." He pointed at his cheek, turning the right cheek for her to give a shot.

Taking a step back, she suddenly thought her teacher had gone crazy with such a request.

"I can't... won't!!" She whispered, shaking her head.

"I need the plan I have in mind to be as real as possible." He tried to explain, shaking his head.

Fae narrowed her eyes at his half-baked information. That definitely didn't explain what she needed to know.

"You need a plausible escape, one that doesn't get both of us killed,"

This sentence proved to appeal to Fae immediately. "I'm listening."

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Dorm 69,

Standing in front of the door, Lank's sweat dripped, wondering what he would witness or interrupt.

"Uhh!" A groan likely coming from Nix graced his augmented hearing.

'What the heck?!' He began to dread taking up the message from Fae.

In all his years of having this ability, he had never thought it could embarrass him in the way he was feeling listening to what was going on behind closed doors.

"Should I go harder?!"

"Go a little easy on me," Nix replied to Lumina with another groan escaping his lips right after.

'That devil moved so fast on him!' His cheeks flushed, cupping his hands to cover his ear.

Clearing his throat, he raised his hand to knock on the door. He was going to wait for them to finish whatever business they were engaging in.

'Time to spoil your fun!' He thought with a snicker.

Knock!

He stood awkwardly, waiting for a response.

He could hear a thud, someone had fallen to the floor.

'Come open the door for the cockblocker!' He prided himself in ruining what he couldn't attain for the time being.

Click!

"Nix!" He greeted in an elevated tone, immediately it fell flat at the sight of a bandage all around his forehead.

'Did I miss something?' He titled his head, he had expected to see Nix in a robe at the least.

To his surprise and shock, he was merely just shirtless and his hand on his bandaged head.

"What's going on? Why are you here?" Nix asked in a hoarse voice.

"First question actually belongs to you, the second I can answer with no stress." He pointed an accusing finger at Nix.

There was no way what he had heard and what he was seeing added up.

To test Nix, he requested Lumina's presence.

"I was summoned?!" Lumina popped her head from behind Nix the whole time, to get a glimpse of Lank.

'Fully clothed?!'

Lank's lips gaped open, shifting glances rapidly. Already condemning the dirty thoughts that crossed his mind earlier.