Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"It's all a dream." Lank muttered to himself.

Pulling him up, Nix slapped him across the face. "Would you get yourself together?!"

Lank was stunned by this action, he stared at Nix in confusion.

Nix closed his eyes momentarily, he had hoped that it would work, it had always worked in the movies. But with the way Lank had stared at him, it almost felt like he had done the wrong thing.

"If you're expecting sympathy, then you must really be mistaken." Nix shook him slightly.

"..."

Lank had wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Her eyes. What is the color of her eyes?" He narrowed his eyes, pulling on his collar.

There was something about what he said that just made him feel that they were having the same picture of the culprit.

"Yellow!" Lank shuddered. "Slit yellow eyes."

Lank couldn't understand why the image kept on flashing through his thoughts, and why anyone would have such eyes for a human.

To suppress his memories, his mind had made him think all he had gone though was nothing but a dream, a figment of his imagination.

"Yes, it's all a dream." Lank spoke to himself, his eyes wide in what could only be known as a mixture of fear and confusion at what was going on.

Nix let go of his collar, he could instantly tell who he was referring to. There was only one person who could fit perfectly into this description–Sesa.

'What the hell did they do to you?' Nix looked pitifully at Lank who stared into nothingness, quiet and immobile.

"You need to calm down. It might seem as the least you could do, but until you come to terms with what had happened then, only then could you fully overcome this."

He began to wonder if this was the reason Lank was different, maybe not born different but forced to be different through whatever sick experiment this organization had in mind.

What he couldn't understand was what category Sesa belonged to, magic or gift? She had shown some sort of detoxification and healing capabilities, but even that couldn't outrightly pinpoint her main affinity.

It all started to make sense. No matter how Lank had disrupted the peace of the academy, he had never been severely sanctioned. He could only guess that it all had to do with them letting their experiment loose and watching how far he could go with his growth.

"Nix, promise me you wouldn't tell anyone about this." Lank looked up at Nix.

'How am I supposed to go about talking about your business? I don't even interact with those people!' He internally screamed, offended by the lack of trust Lank had in him.

"My actions would speak for itself." He coldly replied, looking away.

Lank nodded his head, understanding the truth and sincerity which lurked beneath his words.

"I don't understand how I got these powers, nor why my eyes glow or why I am hated so much by the others." He clenched his fingers. "But I couldn't let them oppress me even if they tried."

"So you resorted to baseless fights and bullying at the slightest provocation." Nix deadpanned, shaking his head at how he had tried justifying his actions once again.

Lank looked down, dejected. He knew he had been in the wrong and was trying to be a better person, but all that would require patience, something he hadn't been accustomed to.

"If you expect me to take your side on that, then I guess I shouldn't have reconsidered my actions of wanting to defeat that statue no matter what means necessary. Even at the cost of everyone's life." He glared at Lank.

"After all, I never knew any of you too well to care." His eyes gleamed coldly, he was sick and tired of Lank pulling on the pitiful victim.

Gulping down hard, Lank realized what a huge mistake he had made for blurting out those words earlier.

The news has spread among everyone on how much of a savior Nix was to everyone. He had risked his life to prevent them all from being killed by the statue while they were unconscious.

He hadn't yet gotten over the fact that he had a hand in putting everyone in danger when he had insisted that they would join the battle that they couldn't win.

"Enough about all of this," Nix yawned, stretching his arms. "We should get some sleep."

"You really are sleeping here?" Lank questioned.

"Well I don't see why not." He shrugged.

"But–"

"If you make mention of pretty face, you're gonna wish you weren't born." Nix threatened.

'Pretty face?' Lank scrunched up his face, cringing at the word he used to describe her. In his opinion, she was more of a devil than anything pretty.

She was one of the people he could say was a bit on his level. Her gift was something he never wished to experience personally though, which was why he was glad that nothing had ever brought them to cross paths.

"Well I was going to say devil–"

He closed his mouth the moment he got another glare from Nix.

'Didn't you say I shouldn't call her by her name?' He raised his hands in a surrender.

"Make one more mention of her in that manner..." He snarled, immediately reverting to his usual self.

He had his hand on the bridge of his nose. He couldn't understand what was going on with his thoughts, he shouldn't be taking sides and most especially not hers.

"You told me nothing was between you two." Lank blurted out, he couldn't care about the consequences that might arise.

"Why would you care about that?" Nix countered.

"As a friend, isn't it normal for me to be concerned about why you would go to great lengths to avoid staying with a female, a pre–" He swallowed his words, smiling sheepishly.

"What I mean to say is, if I was the one, I would gladly take the opportunity." He said with a pout, blinking his eyes trying to be cute.

Nix cringed at his action, kicking him in the stomach, "don't ever make that face again. That's just disgusting."

Groaning, Lank curled in a ball on his bed, he had expected a reaction of that sort, "noted." He managed to say.

Nix watched as he writhed in pain for quite some time, looking at his wrist as if watching the time. "Are you done?"

"Not until you tell me why you decided to choose to stay here." He said amidst groaning.

"Then you are going to continue in that manner for a long time." He scowled, "care for me to add to the fake pain you're displaying?" He raised his feet again, ready to go at it again.