Transmigrated With A Resolution System

,m "Why do you need us for this? No lackeys needed." Lank rolled his eyes, harrumphing.

Obsidian smiled, "that's because no one is smart enough to consider people in danger as they should. So I needed a few to prove my theory wrong."

Luna felt bubbly with the little words spoken. "Let's go do this!"

"Sis, now isn't the time to fawn over anyone who looks down on us." Solis snarled, dissatisfied with what was going on between Luna and Obsidian.

Solis had always been all fun and games, but the booming relationship between the two was disturbing.

'You never gave any male a chance, yet you want to choose him?!' His eyes darted to the obvious tail behind Obsidian which swayed to the side now and then.

This feral had judged them so lowly, that he would have to do more than that to convince him.

His yellow eyes glowed as he activated his ability, ready to attack if triggered.

Obsidian noticed the perceived threat but fully understood his fear. Raising his hand in surrender, he looked up to his fingers and the long claw.

"I didn't come here to fight, all I ask is someone who I can trust." He retracted his claws so he looked docile to them.

Nix rubbed his chin, contemplating what was said. He had gotten to the organization not to participate in their silly games of the showy display of heroism, but rather to get to know the truth, especially about that voice that triggered his mother's memory.

Getting that was just one ticket he needed to gain more advantage over the organization.

"Give me one good reason why we should believe you."

Lowering his hands, Obsidian facepalmed, nodding his head right after. Trust was something meant to be earned, and he was still in the process of getting it.

"Fine," he unintentionally snapped at them, uncomfortable he was put in such a vulnerable position.

"I was trained for one sole purpose, uphold what was right, destroy the corrupt and evil when the need arises." He related with a low tone, embarrassed to reveal a bit of himself.

'If you could get some friends and a better mentor in the process, it's best that I hurry with this.' Obsidian concluded in his thoughts.

Lank mimicked Obsidian's gestures, rolling his eyes at how he cooked up the lie so well that he was almost moved to believe.

"I was taught to view you all as the enemy before your arrival, and when I had seen Nix attack on the first thing when you were all transferred from the academy–"

Nix shook his head at that reference, it was no surprise when he stopped Obsidian from continuing for a while, it was a breach of what he had originally thought was right.

"Attack is but a strong word, they were trying to experiment on us on the first time we had just gotten here, what did you expect me to do? Sit back and relax?" Nix narrowed his eyes, shaking his head.

Accepting his misunderstanding, he continued, "with that thought in mind, it was only natural to believe what was said."

"So the organization painted us in a bad light, huh?" Lank let out a bitter laugh.

"Still doesn't explain why we should help though." Nix pointed out.

"I noticed how you all cared for each other and shared a bond that even I was envious of." Obsidian rubbed the side of his arms, feeling shy about the lack of interaction he had gotten.

Raising his head, he frowned as he related what had happened earlier, "a citizen is in danger, yet I was told to stand down as it would be of no benefit to the organization."

His face scrunched up in anguish, anger, and discomfort from who had told him to do that.

"So you want our help because you went against the organization's perspective and need to carry on with your sense of what is right, all you need is an affirmation that we know what's right from wrong!" Nix concluded, raising a brow to how blatant his interpretation sounded.

Obsidian nodded his head, his tail wagged in ecstasy, happy he was finally understood. With this, he had little doubt on if Nix was the right one.

"We would never–"

"We'd do it!" Nix cut in on Lank's protest. Knowing Lank, he was merely speaking out of spite; once he was a bit more open, he would bond easily with Obsidian.

"Really?!" Obsidian pounced on Nix, licking his face.

Nix pushed back, using his sleeves to clean his cheek repeatedly, "what the hell?! Don't make me change my mind."

Obsidian whimpered, sad that he had been cast for something he had never done to anyone. The feeling was overwhelming for him, enough that he had carried out that act.

"Don't you ever try that with me!" Gia hissed through the corner of her mouth to Lank.

Lank raised his hands in surrender, whispering back in protest. "I'm not that much of a feral as he is."

Spitting out, Nix straightened his shirt, "let's head out before I have second thoughts."

"Hold up!" Lumina raised her hand, "how do we get out of this shit hole?"

She gestured around them, seeing the organization as a more fortified wall than the academy.

She looked over to Nix and could tell he might have some trick up his sleeve. Little did she know that he was having an internal battle with himself due to his lack of access to his system and gift.

'Now would be the right time to finish with your goddamn reconstruction!' Nix's sweat dropped, cursing with all he could muster in his heart.

His only line of attack and defense would be the little he had learned from Lumina.

"I have a way to get out of this place, the location of the signal triggered is simply fifteen miles from here." Obsidian had a devilish smirk on his lips as he looked to the left, then to the right.

"Follow me, I know a shortcut, it cuts the distance by half!" He said in a whisper, walking towards the place from which he came.