Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"The more you speak, the more you make it worse." Luna spat.

"Is it possible to change the voice recognition thingy? I for one wouldn't want to hear you say open while I'm inside my room." Lank furrowed his brows, expecting a response.

Mr. Zhao's anger subsided at the question raised. As much as he wanted to flare up earlier, this question was genuinely correct and valid, he couldn't help but nod to the answer.

"It's possible to change it, my voice is nothing but a default input for a few things." He explained, folding one of his hands on his back and the other stroking his chin.

"Consider that the first thing to do on my list." He looked at the rooms, conflicted about choosing a room.

"Since you're so indecisive, I would take the first step." Nix shook his head as he walked to the first door.

Without another word, he used his leg to kick the door shut.

"You could just–" Mr. Zhao began but was cut short in his speech with the loud sound that drowned his explanation.

Slam!

They all jumped back at the trembling it had caused.

Mr. Zhao had wanted to make mention of the fact that the door could still close automatically like the one back in the academy. Looking at the way Nix had slammed the door, it was pointless to speak on it again.

"Dibs on the second!" Lank dashed into the second, hyped about finally being alone with Gia. He needed to care for her frail body at the moment, enough rest was all that she needed.

"I'm glad you feel that way, but–" Mr. Zhao's lips drew into a straight line, refusing to speak on the issue anymore.

Slam!

"That leaves this guy." Luna sneered at Arion.

Nodding in the direction of the fourth room, she had her brother nod as a mischievous grin was present on their lips.

Solis left no room for debate because he readily agreed with his sister about this particular action.

Walking to the doorpost, he threw Arion onto the bed. As he stepped outside, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, the door slid shut in front of him.

Click!

"Oh, it could still do that?" Solis chuckled slightly, realizing what Mr. Zhao had wanted to say.

"Obviously..." Mr. Zhao deadpanned, narrowing his eyes at the two.

"That leaves the third to us." Solis and Luna said in sync.

Giving a high five, they cackled, walking into the room. They stepped inside, and as soon as they crossed the threshold, the door slid shut behind them.

Click!

Nix had his back on the door, as he listened to the words spoken outside. He was yet to take note of his room.

Once he heard the final click, he let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the distant footsteps of Mr. Zhao.

Looking in front of him, he did a double-take on the interior of the room, revealing a huge white, triple-paned, window, which looked out upon a small garden, with a large, round, ceramic fountain in the middle of the green lawn.

This almost gave him a nostalgic feel of the fountain that was in the academy.

'Agatha!'

He looked suspiciously at the fountain, wondering if that too could come to life even if it wasn't in the shape of a human or creature.

There were so many things that could not be trusted in the organization. This was the breeding site and they were the test monkeys, just awaiting the right time to be used or manipulated.

Walking towards the well-laid bed, he crawled onto the bed with his knees. Trying to maintain his balance with Lumina still in his arm.

Using his knee to push away the red duvet, he gently placed her on the bed. Staring at her sleeping form. Her beautiful red hair disheveled and spread around her head.

His hand traced the side of her face, mesmerized by how peaceful she slept.

"Thank you for staying alive." He said in a whisper.

Sitting on the bed, he wiped down his face and let out a sigh. The day had been such a wreck and now he would have to deal with keeping a low profile while he figures out what that last system notification meant.

'If I'm just in some sort of mystical beings simulation, they just earned themselves a foe.' He furrowed his brows as he stared out the window.

Pulling off his fingerless gloves and tossed them on a furnished wooden bedside desk.

He nodded his head to how spacious the room was in comparison to their dorm, this had been one of the good things he was thankful for.

He looked over to the TV which lay on top of the marble desk, facing the bed and positioned at the left side corner of the room.

It was a massive, flat, black, 80-inch, plasma display that was attached to a larger, flat, black control console, with several large, multi-function buttons.

Nix continued to stare in a daze, this gave off a more realistic approach to the real world. The technological advancement came as a shock to him. If they could come up with a television, security cameras, and voice command gadgets, what else could they do?

'Are these gadgets just for the organization or do the citizens also possess one?' He wondered, shaking his head at the thought.

He gave a thought to the fact that even if they do have some of the technology presents in the organization, they would be nowhere in comparison or lacking a few of them.

He couldn't dispute the fact that they would have the best of the best engineers, technicians, and medical practitioners who were all recruited for a chance to acquire something that was originally thought impossible–transfer of one's ability to a citizen born without one and possibly not sharing any blood relation.

Nix walked over to the control console, glancing through the channel in a haste, "not a single thing about the organization nor the academy?" He said under her breath.

If these were the same stations the citizens probably used, then the information could be manipulated at will.

His eyes narrowed at a headline scrolling by slowly that caught his attention.