Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"Zhao tells me he's going to be fixed." Rumi looked up to him in worry.

Mr. Zhao's lips were still hung open at what he would have to face in the hands of their master.

He shook his head, exhaling and inhaling as he tried to get a clear mind.

"We would need to get what he knows before it would be more than that, that's taken away from us." Mr. Zhao sweatdropped, his heart beating fast.

"What are you all saying?" Zephyr narrowed his eyes at them. "This isn't some sort of movie huh?"

"Not if we are acting for those low-life citizens." Mr. Zhao said with spite, sneering at the thought of what they are kept preoccupied with.

He had developed a disdain for those who didn't possess an affinity for being a gifted or magic user. Zhao had always seen them as a liability, fodder for the greater good.

Those words by Zephyr only triggered his curiosity about what this new personality could bring.

"Tell me about yourself, young lad." He shone a big grin.

Zephyr became disturbed by the sudden change in action. He couldn't properly respond to the question. Instinctively, he looked toward Rumi for help.

Rumi's mood was brightened by this gesture. "Yes, Zephyr... It's me–Rumi!" She blinked in a manner of signaling to him to play along.

She couldn't bear to see him being treated as the lesser rank just because of a slight memory realignment.

'He's still my Zephyr, he is.' She said in her thoughts, hoping that the rational part in him would understand the danger of losing his memory at this point.

Zephyr narrowed his eyes, trying to get an idea of what Rumi was trying to pass across.

Mr. Zhao looked beside him and at Rumi, wondering what had made Zephyr stare with such great intensity.

Rumi quickly adapted, narrowing her eyes and rubbing her chin with a pout.

"Hmm..."

Zephyr tried to place the information in his mind, connecting the dots from her lips movements.

'You're... I'm in danger?' He widened his eyes in shock at the sort of the way things played out in this world.

Knock!

Knock!

They all whipped their heads towards where the sound came from.

Pushing the door so it was slightly opened, a female with green hair tied in a high ponytail poked her head to check on the three. "Oh! Hello everyone."

Zephyr's eyes doubled in size, it looked like he had seen a ghost in the person of Miss Lotus.

"W... Who..." He couldn't complete his sentence, as his breathing was irregular and hitched.

Mr. Zhao narrowed his eyes at the new introduction of something more interesting than what he needed to hear.

"You know this lady?" Mr. Zhao questioned with a smile.

Responding to his words, he nodded his head but still had a hard time speaking to the familiar face that was currently haunting him.

"Did you all plan this? Are you trying to get a reaction from me? Why would you dress up like Nix's art character?" He accused, pointing at all of them, one by one.

Mr. Zhao's lips were upturned in a grin and it was turning more sinister than he had imagined it to be.

"What the hell is Zephyr saying? He's clearly delusional, why would I dress up as myself?!" Miss Lotus raised her voice, offended by the comparison.

Rumi stood there motionless, it was as good as sure that he would be taken to the dungeon for interrogation if he continued on this path.

On the other hand, Mr. Zhao was more than pleased to hear one name–Nix. If he could mention his name and be so sure about it, it might just mean it is indeed true.

Zephyr tried to calm his breathing severally, uncomfortable with the presence of Lotus. She was the very character he had used as his when he secretly promoted her design as his.

This made him wonder if Nix was also present in this world.

"Do you know a certain Nix?" Mr. Zhao cut into his brief time in his mind. He needed all the information he could get on that prideful fire ranker.

This was the first step he needed to take him down on behalf of his master.

Miss Lotus rolled her eyes at the insult she had received by being mistaken. Slamming the door behind her in anger. "Youngsters!"

Zephyr was still distracted by Miss Lotus' presence even when she wasn't there. His gaze was still fixated on the door.

"You know Nix?" He finally got his thoughts aligned right as he looked over at an eager Mr. Zhao.

"I don't trust you enough to speak." Zephyr spat in disdain, shocking Mr. Zhao.

Sesa who had been quiet for some time couldn't keep the laughter at bay anymore.

Zhao frowned at her constant childish behavior and reactions. It was certain that she knew the current situation. But after being smitten by that demon, she had never stood by him like how she is now.

"Oh I'm sorry," Sesa raised her hand to his face, shaking her head at how he had been roasted to his very face by someone new to all that went on in the organization.

"Rumi, could you take me back to my room?" He looked over at the timid female. She was the only source of comfort in this confusing world.

He dreaded the possibility that this could mean Nix was in this world. If he could truly transmigrate to a world where Nix's characters were, that only spelled bad news for his survival.

'This isn't even my body anyways, there's no way to be anxious.' He nodded his head, smiling the moment Rumi assisted him on his side.

He felt his body warm-up at the slight touch of her hand.

'Did this original host share a mutual relationship with her? Is that why I feel so calm when around her?' His mind spiraled into the numerous bounds of what-ifs.

They had just crossed the threshold when he choked on his saliva. He had just realized that the original host and this female were very close, but how close?

'Oh no!' He freaked out on that possibility.