Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"I'm guessing you should know my answer by now." Lank narrowed his eyes at him, not deeming it necessary to give a direct answer.

Nodding his head in understanding, Obsidian took the jar once more, "this one right here is the strongest and most unstable of the bunch."

He shoved the jar into Lank's hand, warning him not to drop it as it was uncertain what sort of chaos could unfold.

Lank felt a course of heat sweep through his body.

"What is this thing?" Lank hissed, pushing his hand away from his body and staring at it from a distance.

He wondered why this was the most unique and the strongest, what could it possibly do to make it the strongest?

"That is an incomplete elixir." Obsidian laughed out and took back the jar.

He tightened the lid and smiled, "there are some benefits to having augmented hearing, don't you think?"

At first, Lank couldn't understand what he meant, but after careful examination, he was able to get the sense of what he meant–their unique quality of being a feral.

"That is correct," Lank replied, "but yours is far more superior to mine."

"You got that right," Obsidian answered, temporarily distracted by the self-praise he had unconsciously allocated to himself.

"Anyways," he began as his voice turned cold and low.

Placing the jar back on its shelf, he watched a fidgeting Lank for an awkward amount of time before he continued. "When you asked why I hadn't brought Nix here, this jar is the reason for such action."

Lank tilted his head to the side so he could see the incomplete elixir once more. He began to wonder if the information he was receiving was too sudden or if he was a retard.

There was still no connection to Nix in any way to the elixir. "Could you elaborate? I'm kind of lost here."

"I had overhead Mr. Zhao speak to Aer in the secret compartment which happens to be this room where we stand." He began in a whisper and took his time to look around them just to create some sort of awareness.

"It was said to hold the elixir which could cure the leader's curse–"

"The leader has a curse? Have you seen this... this leader?" Lank cut in, curious about that information the moment he had heard something related to the forbidden topic.

They had all been made to follow the rules by the organization which had masked all its actions based on training, accessing, and helping its citizens with the help of skillful and competent magic or gift users.

He had always dreamed of graduating from the academy and being specially chosen for the organization, excelling at the peak of any user's life, and being a full-fledged hero who wouldn't be considered a freak by the others.

'It was all a lie!' Lank hissed in his thoughts, his red eyes glowing as a sinister thought was about to invade his subconscious.

Whack!

Lank's face was forced to the side after the slap he had endured in the hand of Obsidian.

He did not attempt to question why he had done that, rather he was grateful for the wake-up call. He would only blame himself if he were to accept the darker part of himself.

After the incident in the infirmary, he had tried so hard to suppress that part, the thought of being betrayed by the very people that raised him was almost intoxicating enough to let go and unleash havoc in the room.

"You need to prove to yourself that you are more than an incomplete feral," Obsidian locked eyes with Lank, his face firm as he spoke.

"Only when you accept the darkness can you truly defeat it." He concluded and patted Lank's shoulder.

Lank's jaws dropped at the advice, "dude, that was deep. I never thought you had it in you."

Cross popping veins made their way to Obsidian's forehead, he couldn't quite differentiate if he should be happy with the statement or angered by it.

Forcing a smile on his lips with his eyes shut, he raised his hand and clenched it into a fist that came crashing down on Lank's head.

Bam!

"F*cking damnit!" Lank cursed and rubbed his head.

"If I had said something wrong, you could have just brought my attention to it, instead of using a barbaric method on my head, you had ruined my perfectly layered hair!" He whined.

Obsidian's eyes glinted as he punched on his palm, his lips twitching as he glared. He was giving personal advice to Lank, sharing the experience he had to go through with his training.

He had to accept who he was before he could finally become a perfect feral in all respects. "I would forgive your response and attribute it to a slip of tongue."

"What if it isn't?" Lank countered, scrunching up his nose and folding his arms.

"Then I suggest you get ready to lose a few teeth and tongue in the process." Obsidian threatened.

Taking a step back, he paused just in time before he could hit the closest shelf behind him.

Letting out a sigh of relief after he looked behind him, he looked back towards Obsidian. "Why do I feel you are refusing to answer my question on purpose?"

"I have nothing to hide from those I consider worthy and smart..."

'Ouch!' Lank's thought grimaced at the implied meaning but said nothing.

"... but of course, there are some things worth explaining," Obsidian stated.

"If you're asking about the identity of the leader of this group, then you're in for a disappointment, I am not part of the core members, so I have no idea how he looks, speaks, or sounds like," Obsidian informed with a sigh, feeling downhearted by what he revealed.

"Oh..." Lank uttered.

"All I can say is that he is weirdly referred to as 'master' and worshiped like some powerful being." Obsidian laughed.

"What a weird reference for someone so highly placed." Lank grimaced at how ridiculous that sounded.

His thoughts trailed back to the classroom back in the academy, some of the teachers that had arrived when Mrs. Neider was on a rampage and an equally dark substance saved them, had referred to someone or something as that particular title.

'Could it be?' He wondered in his thoughts and was sure to bring this up when he would speak to Nix later on.

"About that curse? Again, I have no freaking idea what sort, but it must be a powerful one if it involves using the elixir." Obsidian pointed out.

Lank sighed and shook his head, from what Obsidian had said, he could only pinpoint 5% of sense in his answers to the questions he had asked.

"How does this involve Nix?" He pressed on, feeling that information had not been covered.

"The essence of a telekinetic user and dragon tamer is needed to complete it." Obsidian deadpanned.

Lank's eyes widened at the two-pointers needed for the elixir.

"I wonder who falls in that category." Obsidian pretended to give it a thought, rubbing his chin.

"How the hell could one person have such a combination?!" Lank wondered aloud.

Finding a telekinetic user was a bit easy, all that was needed was to sweep through the houses of each citizen with the pretense of training them specifically, but a dragon tamer?

There had been none so far who could tame those beasts, not until Nix did the impossible.

"Nix just had to be a host of these two essential essences." Lank facepalmed.

"If he were to be in contact with this jar, it would be near impossible to hide his abilities anymore if it were to change its color once it recognizes the user," Obsidian admitted.

'Keep Nix away from the jar, noted!' Lank nodded his head.

"Any idea on what the color might be?" Lank questioned curiously.

Shaking his head in a no, there was no way of knowing that if no one had ever seen this phenomenon happen.

"Do you know what's fun?" Obsidian instantly switched to being mischievous while having a big grin.

Lank raised a brow, expecting Obsidian to continue like he mostly does.

"The leader doesn't know about the ingredients needed to complete the elixir, only Mr. Zhao and someone who is called Gaviel does." He burst out laughing.

That was a typical case of a student trying to ruin their master so they could usurp that throne.

"Mr. Zhao has been naughty." Obsidian continued and tried to keep his laughter in check. "I wouldn't be surprised if the main reason he had almost been assassinated by those strange-looking dudes was that the leader knows of his and the friend's little secret."

Lank's mouth gaped open slightly, he had a flash of Mr. Gaviel's memory once more and what had gone on in there left him speechless.

It had inadvertently confirmed what Obsidian said was true about that two knowing, but there was another part of it that he could only wish Nix wouldn't realize.

'This wouldn't end well if he knew!' Lank thought in horror, trembling on the outside.