Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"It was that sneaky bastard!" He sneered, rubbing his palms in mischief.

"Nix... Nix Lae, huh?!" He thought of the weird way in which he had been able to manipulate his name on the golden medal pass.

"You won't escape the wrath of our master now!" He snickered with a smug smile on the corner of his lips.

Walking backward, he took one final look around and turned towards the direction from which he had teleported, only to hear a ringing in his head and a sharp pain coursing through his head.

"Ahhh!" He held the side of his head, his vision blurring.

In a bid to get away from the environment, he tried to teleport out of the area.

"What the heck's ha... ppening to me?" He said, almost out of breath.

Looking upwards at the sun, beads of sweat trailed down his head and onto his eyes. The stinging sensation made him groan in pain.

The corner of his eyes had already darkened, staggering towards a nearby tree he was looking at from a distance.

'I need some sort of leverage!' He pushed forward, in hopes of getting to the tree.

Vision blurring and doubling, he let out a heavy breath of air.

'Someone, please... help me!' He stretched out his hand, about to get a grip.

Tripping on his footing, he fell facedown to the ground with a thud.

Then came darkness.

Lightning coursed through the sky, and a rumbling sound boomed as though an oncoming storm was approaching.

Zephyr's body shook to the sound, then stilled.

A portal opened up, revealing the master coming out from it and so did two of his subordinates.

"Zephyr!" A female yelled in worry, rushing to his side.

Kneeling, she turned him around, resting him on her thighs. "Wake up! Please wake up."

"Enough with the sentimental acting, Rumi." Mr. Zhao sneered, rolling his eyes at the outward display of affection.

Rumi's black eyes clouded the sclera. Her canines protruded and her white hair flew around. A low growl escaped her lips as she took his words as an insult to her concern.

"You wouldn't understand since you have caused the death of your loved ones!" Her voice echoed in two different voices as she spoke.

Mr. Zhao rolled his eyes at her perceived threat, "know your place, or I will teach you where you stand."

Rumi looked down at Zephyr, her brows creased in worry as she deactivated her magical ability. "I'd let this slide for now."

"I would love to have a duel with y–"

"You two weren't brought here to have a little chitchat, were you?!" The master got up from his squatting position, dusting his hand from the soot stain.

Mr. Zhao took a step back and lowered his head, and so did Rumi.

"No, master!" They said in unison.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, he looked over at Rumi. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to be alerted to what was going on."

Rumi bowed her head in respect, a smug smile on her face as she knew how envious Zhao would be of the compliment she received from their master.

"Female's luck!" He hissed with a side comment.

"Shut it, Zhao." The master sneered.

Gulping, he nodded his head. "I apologize, master."

It felt like tiny pins pricking his body at the sound of Rumi's giggles. No matter how he wanted to voice out the unfair treatment he received even though he had been in the organization longer than most– including Rumi.

"Tell me, what's wrong with him?" He continued, looking down at Zephyr.

Placing her hand on his face, she closed her eyes as her hair flew wildly around her. In a few seconds, her hair cascaded down her back.

"There's something different about his aura, like... like..." Her eyes widened in horror, unsure about what she was feeling.

"Is your ability broken?!" Mr. Zhao taunted.

Irritated by the continuous bickering he had to endure, he turned to Zhao in rage. Activating his gift, he created a portal that had a suction-like space, pulling him in.

"Master, please!" Mr. Zhao begged, using his gift and digging his fingers into the ground to get some leverage, his legs raised and hitting one another. He looked back at where the pull would take him.

To his horror, it looked like a black space, one known to put anyone in a state of limbo for all eternity in the mind in a matter of seconds.

He remembered witnessing several others who had betrayed him over the years, were caught, and had been pulled into the black void, only to be let out and left in a deranged state and used for more experiments.

The only one who could stand his hold was Mrs Neider, as there was a similarity in her ability with the skill in their master's gift.

Clicking his tongue, he closed the portal. "I hate noise, and you know that!"

Mr. Zhao fell to the floor. For a moment, he felt the need to catch his breath on the floor than get back up immediately.

His heart thumped at what he had nearly gone through. That was one of the most dangerous moves their master possessed, never in his line of service did he think he would also experience that firsthand.

Bowing with his head on the floor and his hand making a triangle with his two thumbs and index fingers, above his head. He stayed that way until he was released.

"You may rise."

Rumi's eyes widened at what she had just witnessed, "it feels like a different person is in this body." She finally concluded her hypothesis.

"A different person?" The master looked back at Zephyr, wondering what had gone wrong with sending him to this forsaken place.

Memories flashed by his thoughts. Rubbing his temples, he tried to maintain a hold on himself in front of his subordinate. He could feel the familiar sensation about to rear its ugly head once again.

'Curse you Lyra! I will seek retribution.' He hissed in his thoughts, turning around so they couldn't see him cough out blood on his palm.

"Master?" Zhao called out in worry, wanting to take a step forward but was stopped.

"Don't come any closer!" He warned.

"Take Zephyr back to the base," he put out his hand, making a fist, then opening it, a portal opening in its wake.

"He needs all the care he can get, when he's recovered, only then can I know what our next phase of action is."

"But, master–" Rumi interjected.

"Go!" He yelled.