Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"Lank, are you okay?" Obsidian asked, a little worried by the shocked look on his pal's face.

"Y... Yeah. It w–was just a c... c... cold." Lank stuttered, trying to get over the fact of what he had seen and rubbing the side of his arms.

"Are you sure? You look like you've seen a ghost." Obsidian pressed on, disturbed by the initial reaction.

Shaking his head before turning it to a nod, he vehemently denied anything being wrong, wanting them to focus on what they are doing.

Obsidian agreed to continue for the sake of peace, "I had thought of creating a little bit of chaos like I had said earlier, bring them up against one another."

Lank furrowed his brows, unable to follow how that could work and worried if it wouldn't be traced back to them.

"How would they know? Only our team knows about my newly acquired ability from that octo-dude, there is no way we could be tracked." Obsidian snickered in mischief.

A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes as he thought it through and nodded his head in agreement.

He had finally remembered the silly games he would play on the students back in the academy and be thrilled to kickstart that once more.

"What's the plan?" He said with a smile.

"I'm going to keep this up and cause a bit of disaster here so they could search for the elixir. It would be fun watching the commotion." Obsidian laughed out loud.

"Uhhh... We have one issue though," Lank realized after listening to the plan. "What happens to our escape plan if they keep strict watch over everyone because of this?"

"They won't be on us, but rather on themselves," Obsidian explained.

There was no way they could be suspected if there was no way they could have known about the place, leaving out the part of even getting in.

"I still don't feel so much comfortable about this." Lank rubbed his chin. "That thing messes with our makeup."

He had remembered the weird feeling he got from just touching it for a while, he couldn't bear to think of the consequences of having it around them.

"I mean, there must be a reason why they had kept it here with all of the others, don't you think?" Lank tried to reason.

Obsidian pretended to give it a thought, but in the end, he still went with what he had planned at the beginning. "I know how to handle that, you don't have to worry about this.

Letting out a sigh, he chose to try to believe his method of doing things. If this would as much as shake up the foundation of the organization, even if it was just a little bit, then he was going to join in.

Taking the jar, he shoved it into his blue joggers making sure that there was enough space between the jar and his body–thankfully he had placed a few wrappers into his pockets earlier.

"If I go bonkers, I'd be attacking you first!" Lank hissed playfully and stepped out of the chamber.

Obsidian took a long look at the other jars as a wicked plan flashed in his thoughts.

Lank's eyes glowed as he tried to get accustomed to the darkness once more.

"What the hell are you doing? Get on over here!" He hollered.

Obsidian brought up his hand and made a hush gesture. He had not fully processed what he wanted to do and needed a bit of time to think it through.

"Do you know what all these jars could do?" He began with a slight chuckle, slightly irritated by the mere sight as he thought of its true use.

Lank tilted his head and wondered why he was bringing up the topic when they could have left.

"As much as I'm curious, I think we need to leave. We could be in so much trouble if we are caught." He reminded, remembering they had snuck to an unpredictable place.

Anyone could come in, yet they wouldn't have the time to rush out.

"They use every bit of us till we die, yet they store our essence in these stupid jars for those to who they would like to transfer our abilities." He sneered as he thought of all the ugly things they could do with the number of jars stored.

Obsidian looked to his side and out into the dark. In it, he could see Lank's eyes wide open and he was in a state of shock after he had spoken.

"I don't know if you would believe me enough to know that this was how you and I got our abilities, this is why we are considered freaks of nature." Obsidian gave a bitter laugh.

"No..." Lank croaked, refusing to believe what he had heard.

"When I had come here the first time, I could feel a connection to several of these jars, and so could the tentacles." Obsidian pressed on.

He gave an indifferent look at Lank who was shaken with shock. "You don't need to look so surprised, denial would get you nowhere."

Even though he couldn't remember his past, he could feel he was not alone in this. "Tell me you don't have nightmares of some person with yellow slit eyes."

"How did you–" He let out a gasp as he realized he had just confirmed the very thing that he was suffering from.

"You've had them too!" He pointed an accusing finger at Obsidian.

Obsidian gave a nod in response, "we aren't so different after all."

Lank could see the real truth behind bringing him to the chamber.

"Besides, I know the monster behind our creation." Obsidian clenched his fist and looked to the metal ceiling and let out a laugh.

Lank inched closer, suddenly curious as to what he was saying.

"W-who is it?" He asked in a matter of urgency, his wide eyes curious for the truth.

Obsidian turned to him and smiled, "there's no need to know that, at least not yet. When you fully accept who you are, only then can you be ready for such truth."

Lank's face fell at the condition, he was still not so sure about such a condition that he flipped. "That doesn't make sense, do you think I'm some baby? Someone inferior to you?! This is a leap in knowing who had done this to me!"

Obsidian blinked and his eyes glowed and he could only suppress his rage because he knew the angle from which Lank was going all out on.

"You think that with such an attitude you'd be able to confront the culprit? What good would that do? Did you think it's just one person?!" Obsidian hissed and pushed on Lank out of the Chamber.

Lank flinched and took a step back when he realized he had gone overboard with his words, "I... I..."

"Shut up dude and get your head back into the game. This fun is continuous and I for one wouldn't want you ruining my prank!" Obsidian spat and rolled his eyes.

Lank looked down, disheartened by his actions and the way he had been treated.

Obsidian watched him for a while and began to feel guilty about his outburst, he was meant to be the sensible one.

"I didn't mean it that way." He managed to mumble.

Even though that was said with the intention of not letting him listen in well, he was more than happy to take his words as a form of reconciliation.

Pouncing on him for a hug, he held onto Obsidian's neck. Creating a black makeshift hand to pull him up and off him. "You should try not stirring trouble, we are in a delicate place."

Lank struggled to get free and he hung a few centimeters off the ground. "This isn't fair! How come you get other super cool abilities and I don't?!"

Searching Lank's pocket, he pulled out the jar and placed it into a levitating black sphere beside him.

'Better safe than sorry.' Obsidian noted, that if anything were to happen to the jar, their one chance at forcing the leader of the organization out would be ruined.

"That's because you are yet to accept your true self and evolve," Obsidian corrected.

Lank had wanted to nod to that logical explanation, he knew he had yet to reach his full strength, but all that was crushed with the next words.

"Besides, I was created to be perfect in all I do, I don't think that could be disputed even if you evolve." Obsidian raised his chin in pride, with his nose comedically growing in Lank's distorted thoughts.

"Why I outta–" Lank hissed and scratched at the hand holding him in place.

"Enough!" Obsidian stated and released his hold on his creation with a snap of his fingers.

Thud!

Lank laid face flat on the floor and refused to get up until he knew his pride was slightly better than his body.

Obsidian couldn't care less why he was still in the same position and kicked him in the stomach.

"Uhhh!" Lank let out a groan in pain, pulling his knees closer to his stomach.

"Get up you mangy beast, we still got one thing to do before we leave." Obsidian said with a devilish smirk on his face, "it's time to stir trouble for my ex-teacher."