Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Giving one final nod, Mr. Zhao patted Gaviel's shoulder. "Think of this as a farewell, one easy and last task."

Contemplating the offer he was given, he realized that was the best offer given. Considering he had backstabbed them without their knowledge, for the time being, this was the very opportunity he could get to escape from the organization before they realize it.

A breather and disappear just like Fegan. The perfect disappearing act.

'The very opportunity you could use to escape, take it."

"I get to take off this sickening piece of junk." He muttered, looking at his pendant.

It was quite tempting to pull on it and risk the consequences.

"If you do so without authorization, get prepared to lose your life with it." Mr. Zhao gave a devilish grin.

This had been a method the master had made sure none leaves without his consent. This had also been able to help the organization track those who had absconded.

The only exception was Fegan, he had managed to get off the pendant because he was the one who had made them.

Thinking about it, Mr. Gaviel felt the urge to rain curses on Fegan. Wherever he was, he hoped it stayed that way.

Because of his creation, all who were chosen to be in a special rank in the organization were expected to keep this on until their services were no longer needed.

The time limit for this was never mentioned, so in other words, it could mean a life's allegiance to do the bidding of the organization.

"If I do carry this out soonest, I get to be a free bird once more." Mr. Gaviel said with a smile.

Mr. Zhao raised his brow at the point of view created in the thoughts of Gaviel. "You would live as nothing but a worthless citizen of Arkai."

Mr. Gaviel grimaced at his words, these were people they were talking about, people who lived a normal life, had a normal childhood, found lasting love, and a peaceful mindset.

There was nothing worthless about them. He had always considered the gift and magic users as being cursed, there was nothing good that had come out of such privilege.

The good and the best had been corrupted by the power they held and abused it, those who had tried to maintain a neutral ground had been oppressed, targeted by the organization for some experiment.

"That's much better than what I currently possess." He hissed in reply.

The thought of Mrs. Neider's death flashed before his eyes, his heart hurt at the thought. There was nothing that held him down and tied to the organization.

Mr. Zhao shook his head at the shallow thinking Gaviel had developed. "You were good, if not too good. It's a pity you gave up part of it and now you want to fully give that up."

"Are you sure once I've done this, I'd be rid of this junk?!" Mr. Gaviel cut in, not interested in Zhao's degrading discussion.

"You aren't the only one dealing with the death of someone you hold dear." Mr. Zhao said with a sigh, shaking his head.

Even though they had their differences, he had always respected Mr. Zhao, up until this day.

"That's right, I'm not the only one." Mr. Gaviel replied through gritted teeth, hurt by what he was implying. "But it does seem like I'm the only one who cares."

Turning his back against Mr. Zhao, he hoped he would take the cue and leave. There was nothing to discuss anymore.

"You'd get what you want," Mr. Zhao said with a sigh, shaking his head at how foolish he viewed Gaviel for taking up this decision but too tired to appeal to his reasoning.

"The master never goes back on his words." He concluded before walking towards the door.

Click!

Looking over his shoulder, Mr. Gaviel let out a breath he had kept at bay. Finally free from his prying eyes.

Giving himself a few seconds to collect his thoughts, he mentally prepared himself for what he was to read soon.

'Okay, it isn't that hard. All you need to do is call the students and bring to their attention this new development that would be pushed earlier than intended.

Looking down at the paper in hand, he unfolded it to have a look at its content.

His eyes glanced over the first few names, closing them immediately and pinching the bridge of his nose.

'As expected.' He thought, shaking his head at the obvious names.

Something didn't feel right about the names selected, if this happens there would be an uproar amongst the others.

Sweat dropping, his heart pounded at the familiar voice he heard from behind him.

"What do you have there, Mr. Gaviel?" Nix's voice reverberated, and so did his heart. Panicking, he wondered where they had been hiding or if they had heard all that had transpired between him and Zhao.

Stylishly bringing the paper behind him, he flashed a bet

Turning around, he flashed a grin, "what are you two doing in here? How long have you been here?"

He couldn't act too suspicious, nor could he blatantly tell a lie.

Nix studied him carefully, it almost felt right to use skill–preferably charisma.

Thinking of testing out a new trick he had realized Lumina possessed, he nodded to her, giving her the signal.

Closing his eyes and thought of random things so he could block an invisible static wave Lumina released.

He opened his eyes, ready to see how well her skill went.

"How are you up? Weren't you hospitalized earlier?" Mr. Gaviel blurted out, not being able to bridle his lips as he spoke.

'Congratulations you have been given a Neuro charge!' Nix snickered in his thoughts.

Mr. Gaviel had not realized his slip until the corner of Nix's lips raised in a knowing smirk.

"What the hell?!" He exclaimed in shock.

It was at that moment he realized that he wasn't the only one who was hiding fractions of the ability he had developed.

"As it should be." Nix nodded his head. "The better question is how a seemingly unconscious teacher knew I was hospitalized."

Mr. Gaviel's lips quivered, he tried to keep them shut, "please don't..." He begged, biting on his bottom lip.