Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"Any last words?" Obsidian snickered, ready to let go any time soon.

Pointing in the direction of Mr. Zhao, "I think he has something he wants to tell you."

Looking to his side, Obsidian awaited Mr. Zhao's response eagerly.

Twak!

Obsidian's face was forced to the side by a rock that had struck him.

Wincing to the pain that traveled up his cheek, blood trailed down from the graze that he had sustained.

Obsidian's eyes darted in search of the perpetrator. In a blind rage, he focused his attention on Nix.

Nix raised his hand in surrender, laughing at the accusation. Although he wished he was the one who did it, there was no way for him to pick up a rock and stir trouble with his current state.

"As much as I want it to be me, it sure isn't," Nix said with a shrug.

"Liar!" Obsidian spat.

Twak!

A tiny piece of rock hit the side of his nose. This was the very information he needed to know that it was never Nix, to begin with.

"Hey fair-skinned lad, I don't know the rules that guide here so well," Lank spoke up, tossing a rock in his hand in the air and catching it.

Obsidian's eyes followed the continuous loop of the rock in the air and back to Lank's hand. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he frowned.

"It was you!"

Nix looked to his side, his face in disbelief at what his friend had done. When he got a wink from Lank, his muscles relaxed as opposed to the feeling he had gotten initially.

"You have a problem with that, gramps?" Lank used his brows to gesture to Obsidian's hair, shrugging right after.

'Don't kill him... yet!' A snickering voice inside of him spoke.

"I would teach you your place as a student from the academy only relying on this fire rank user like a cheap dog." Obsidian snickered.

Nix boiled in rage at such a description, he had hated being vaguely called with his gift, he had a name at the very least. Referring to his friends in such a demeaning manner didn't settle in well with his current mood.

'System or no gift, I don't care, I refuse to be trampled on!' Nix clenched his fist.

"Obsidian, that's not–" Mr. Zhao's words were cut short by Nix's comment.

"U...B... S!" Nix slowly spelled the words through gritted teeth, his gaze on the ground trying to compose himself.

Obsidian relaxed his muscles, laughing at the pathetic attempt to speak on behalf of the others.

"Are you so scared you don't know how to compose your words anymore?" He said with a taunt.

"I would gladly wipe off that smirk!" Lank barked, angered that he was held back by Lumina.

"It's not worth it, Lank, we are in their territory. We need to strategize before jumping into a fight." Lumina said with a whisper.

"But..." Lank had wanted to protest.

"Can't you tell he isn't truly human? If we engage without knowing his true skill, say goodbye to your free ticket to this place, you dimwit!" Lumina hissed at Lank, dropping any attempt at stopping him if he still wanted to engage the strange male.

'He looks more feral than I am.' Lank's heart pounded, flashes of what experiment they had done on him only made him realize Obsidian must be a more perfect version of something they had also done to him.

He looked more in control of his ability, there was no explanation for the aura that still engulfed the boulder and how much energy he was exerting to keep it up for that long with relative ease.

"Unidentified... Bull... Shit! That's what you are!" Nix yelled out, pointing accusingly at Obsidian.

This wasn't how he had expected his first day in the organization to be, so many things were wrong on all levels. Mr. Zhao wasn't in the mood to intervene anytime soon.

"I had thought at the least I had finally graduated from that shit hole of an academy and head on to something much less crappy." Nix snapped, raising his hand in front of him, bringing one foot forward in a fighting stance, ready to go with yet another unconventional method.

In addition to his artistic skills back in the real world, he had also hidden the fact he learned some martial arts. When he had been granted the system, he merely used the augmentations to his advantage, but now he would have to rely on his raw strength and agility to carry out what he had in mind.

"Never did I envision seeing such an abomination spit out shit like you are!"

Lank let out a laugh at Nix's words. Even though he was in a bad mood, this was the one word that had lightened the tension.

Bam!

"Would you like to be pulverized?" Luna hit Lank on the head in irritation.

They were sitting ducks to this strange feral person. If he could hold his lot and not show any iota of fear towards Nix–then there was a problem.

Only Nix could fend him off, all they are is cannon fodder. It was best to bask in the shadows.

"Someone's carried the torch." Solis let out a cackle, finally, happy someone else had been hit by his sister other than him.

"Let him be," Gia stepped in front of Lank. "What you should be more worried about is Nix and that handsome silver-haired m–"

"Hey!" Lank harrumphed loudly, enough to draw the attention of Obsidian.

"I had almost forgotten you six still exist." Obsidian rolled his eyes at the lackeys.

Raising his hand, he cast a black barrier around them, so thick it blocked out the source of light.

Thump!

Thump!

"What the heck is this?!"

The voice of Lank could be heard thundering inside the barrier as he tried to break free by scratching at it with his protruded claws.

"Save your energy fool, I don't want to fight with you anyways." Obsidian clicked his tongue, shaking his head at the pathetic attempt that any of them might have done.

He had studied them a few weeks before their arrival through the data collected by Miss Lotus during their duel, devising a temporary counterattack until he could truly engage them.

His focus wasn't on them, but rather on Nix. He had always wanted to know the true strength of a fire rank.

"Looks like you want your ass beaten." Obsidian had a devilish smirk as he bowed to Mr. Zhao to be granted permission.