Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"Little girl, my name is Alex... Alexandre." The male spoke as a matter of familiarity.

If he could create a sense of security with this girl, maybe she could escape and reference what he had done to help her.

Pushing her behind him protectively, Alex walked back slowly, careful of how the unknown person who still hadn't made an appearance freaked him out.

"Run, while you still can," Alex whispered, pushing her off.

"But..." She mumbled, hesitant about leaving.

"Go!" He yelled at her, disturbed that his sacrifice might be in vain if she was caught in this.

This was the very thing she needed to rush out. "I will get help and be back!" She promised.

Alexandre looked back with a smile seeing the girl slowly go out of view.

"Hahaha!" The voice snickered, "did you think we were interested in such a small fry?"

Alexandre felt a black tentacle latch onto his neck, pulling him towards the shadow slowly and inadvertently choking him in the process.

"We need a big fry to attract the other fishes." The voice snickered in a peal of crazed laughter.

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In the organization,

p Wi! Wi! Wi!

Wi! Wi! Wi!

The alarm went off in a loud and repeated manner, alerting everyone of the perceived threat.

"A raenz!"

"It's a raenz!"

The words spread to the others as they confirmed the sort of alarm triggered by the black box.

"A..."

"Hold it!" Obsidian cut in, pulling on the collar of the male who wanted to continue the chain of reports.

Groaning, the male began to choke when Obsidian tightened his grip on his collar.

"What do you mean a raenz?!" He growled in rage as his silver slit pupils glowed.

"W... we have an a... alert that was triggered by a citizen." The male croaked, uncomfortable by the choking and disturbed that no one tried to interfere.

Tossing him aside, Obsidian stormed towards the main office.

'If a raenz is back, that could trigger a citizen to call on our help from a black box...' Obsidian thought as he ran across the hallway at top speed.

"I'm going to kill whoever it is!" He growled out in determination.

This would be the first time he would ever be let out for a mission and the adrenaline that came with it made him ecstatic.

Skidding to a stop, his silver claws made trails of scratch marks on the marble flooring.

He had been able to identify Mr. Zhao, just in time and his journey was cut short by half.

"You heard that too, teacher?" Obsidian questioned, walking back to where he had seen Mr. Zhao.

Leaning on the wall of the door jamb was Mr. Zhao, he placed his hand over his mouth so he could stop his yawn.

"Hear what, Obsidian?"

Obsidian tilted his head in confusion. That alarm had traveled to the farthest place in the building, there was no way no one could have heard about it.

"The alarm..." He began, trying to hide his disdain for the lack of regard by the very person who had taught him to stand up for what was right.

Mr. Zhao raised his brows, unconcerned about the news, " we aren't their lackeys, whoever had encountered them, surely couldn't keep their little legs to themselves."

Shrugging, he shook his head to the shocked expression on Obsidian's face. "Wipe that despicable look off you!"

He had taught him to be a ruthless and unforgiving warrior. Trained him to know what was right and wrong from the organization's perspective.

The citizen in danger wasn't part of the organization's activities. They were more focused on getting the gift and magic of those who mattered. Losing a few of their members meant more workload for the others.

"You should know what is expected of you." Mr. Zhao sneered, "don't have any funny ideas when you haven't gotten the experience of the others."

Obsidian simply blinked, gritting his teeth to calm his raging thoughts. The disappointment hidden behind his stoic expression had lowered the respect he had for his teacher.

This had gone against all he had been trained for, this also made him question those who he had been taught to consider as the enemy.

His mind trailed towards Nix and the rest he had called lackeys. The bond they had shared was something he had craved.

Even though they had been weaker than he had expected, they were still considered equal by Nix.

He had always thought about why the enemy was recruited into the organization. If they aren't the enemy, who is?

"Obsidian?!"

"..."

"Obsidian!!" Mr. Zhao's raised voice finally got through to him.

Shaking his head to get a clear mind. He stared, not saying a word still. The mere sight of his teacher registered danger and enemy.

What he had said earlier had gone against all he had been taught, as much as he loved a good fight, he would never stand for what was wrong. Kill if he must just to restore the true balance of what he thought was right.

All of this he had seen from someone who had gained his respect–Nix.

'If those sore losers could stand up for their friend and vice versa, there must be something that they do cherish in one another.' He made a quick mental note in his head.

"You blacked out..." Mr. Zhao frowned at how strangely Obsidian was acting. Disturbed that Sesa had not made any significant change in the molecular structure of this loose cannon.

"Leave and forget this ever happened." He said in dismissal, turning around, crossing the threshold, and slamming the door.

Slam!

Obsidian's fist balled in anger by his side.

He had a lot of questions that were left unanswered and the only way he could get them was to do the one thing that went against his set morals.

'You brought this upon yourself, teacher!' He snarled at the thought.

Sprinting in the direction of the recruits, it was time to test their sense of morality.