Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"What is my favorite color?" She narrowed her eyes.

'Seriously?' He deadpanned.

There was definitely only one answer she could like since she was his creation. He never had a preference to a particular color and loved them all the same, so it definitely should be that.

"You don't have one, because you like them all." He smiled, confident in his answer.

Aimi stared at him for a while, studying him. He had gotten it right, she had always used that as a trick question to those who might pretend to know her.

[03:45]

Nix was beginning to feel anxious, there was still one person he needed to convince.

"Brother Nix!" She squealed, hugging his leg.

"Yes, yes. So would you honor your promise now?" He hid his concern under the guise of a big smile.

Nodding her head. She had a big grin.

[Conviction: 1/2]

"Aimi?" He called, he had a little favor to ask of her.

Going down on one knee, he whispered what he needed.

Aimi tilted her head in confusion to his request. "What do you possibly want with–"

"Shhhh!" He hushed her before she could talk further about his request. "This is a secret between the both of us." He had a devilish smile at Aimi.

Aimi stared for a while, then shrugged, going back into her room to get it.

"That's a good girl." He smiled, taking it from her.

"I don't know how you knew I had it, but I would be keeping my charming eyes on you." She narrowed her eyes, pointing back and forth from hers to his.

'Charmi–' He couldn't even finish the word in his thoughts before he burst out laughing at her subtle narcissistic personality.

"Let's just call it a sibling hunch." He smiled.

'Sibling hunch.' Now that he thought about it, the name didn't sound too bad. He wasn't kidding when he said that though, he could literally feel she had what he needed in her room.

Probably that was what Naz had wanted to tell him when he had been searching for the way to the dining table. He knew if he were to ask about what they had discussed, he was sure to give it a fancy name in contrast to his.

"Sibling hunch?" She looked at his hand wondering what he would do with that piece of clothing.

"I need to do something before I leave, so... could you get out!" She smiled one of those innocent looking smiles but her sharp tongue made him narrow his eyes.

It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, he still had his mother to attend to, but he was unsure if she would go with their promise once he goes there.

[03:00. A minute has been used up]

[2:59]

Noticing he wasn't complying, she decided to help him out.

It was at that moment Nix was sure her passive skill was super strength. She had easily pushed him out of her doorstep, slamming the door right after.

He had no time to waste, he needed to head to his next target.

[Agility activated. Your movements have been been increased by 43%]

Looking up at the door, it was much harder to knock on his mother's door than Aimi. He couldn't tell what she could be wearing. If a dress could be that revealing, then, what could her nightdress be like?

He had a silk black, kimono robe in his hand. He came prepared for the worst.

[02:39]

Shaking his head, he was glad for the timely reminder by the system. He shouldn't dwell much on that, after all it was just a simple meal.

'Nix, get your thoughts together. Remember, she is your mother now. Blame it all on your stupid fantasies.' He nodded to his own thoughts.

He had wanted to knock on the door when it flew open, his arm suspended awkwardly in the air.

His mother was in a peach lace backless suspender skirt nightdress, she looked at him in confusion, a scroll was in her hand.

Immediately concealing it behind her, she cleared her throat.

'I am not blind.' Nix internally facepalmed. He tried so hard to concentrate on her face.

He could tell.

Stretching out his hand, he passed on the short kimono robe to her.

She looked at the clothing, puzzled as to how he had taken her clothes. "Nix... I..."

"Please do wear it because of the cold." He lied, his cheeks flushed.

"Oh!" She took the robe. "If you do insist."

Nix was about to have a nosebleed. He didn't know which was worse, her nightdresses covered in a black kimono robe or just in the nightdress.

"Is anything wrong?" She was hesitant to move because of what she was concealing.

He needed to distance himself from her. He still had not gotten accustomed to such a tempting mother.

[01:16]

She had wanted to help, but she needed to guard the treasure in her hand. No one was meant to know it's details.

"Could you please join us at the dining table?" He said in a huff.

This was the very distraction she needed, "If that is what you want then, I'll be sure to follow you." She smiled, taking calculative steps back.

"Stop!" He called out.

She froze, not understanding why he would speak to her in such a way.

Nix had noticed her weird behavior, she was definitely hiding something.

'Could he have been onto the scroll?' Her gaze turned sharp and narrowed. She couldn't let him know it's content, no one except her should.

Nix saw her countenance change, she looked ready to mess with his mind. With the scary shit she had done with his brother, he knew his limitations for now.

So his number one objective was to get on her good side. Ignore all the crazy–at least until he gets stronger.

[01:00. A minute has been used up]

"Promise me you will be there." He went with this approach instead.