Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"Who said anything about sneaking in an unknown?" Nix shrugged, looking over to Lank who still had Alex in his arms.

Lank shook his head, positioning Alex and wondering how long it would take till he woke up.

Mr. Zhao frowned at the cunning reply from Nix. Knowing him well enough, he would try to escape trouble.

"Who is this?" He pointed at Alex.

"He's an uncle of some little girl," Nix replied with a smirk. He dutifully expected Mr. Zhao to blow a fuse soon.

"Un–" Mr. Zhao pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best not to overreact.

Looking over to Obsidian for a direct answer, he asked again. "Who is this?"

"Whatever the fire rank says, goes." Obsidian shrugged, sounding distant yet evasive of the question.

Nix smiled knowing the sort of tactics Obsidian used so he could seem that he still maintained the lofty attitude he had developed on their initial introduction.

"No one is authorized to come in here, except I say so or I am commanded by the higher-ups." He barked at them.

"Relax Sir." Nix chuckled, "he's more than just an uncle, he is a citizen with a suppressed aura."

The statement felt wrong on many levels for the rest. They forced their hands to stay down and not facepalm.

Raising a brow at his words, Mr. Zhao had a mental note of the fact that Obsidian would need to be cross-examined. He was slowly getting out of control if this should continue.

"What do you mean suppressed aura?"

Looking left, and then right, Nix placed his hand to the corner of his lips, "we would need another room to discuss this."

"Hand him over for cross-examination." Mr. Zhao said with a firm tone. Listening to Nix would be a waste of time–this he was currently lacking.

"That would be impossible to grant, we found him, he should be in our care!" Lumina objected, stepping forward with her green eyes glowing.

Mr. Zhao's heart thumped in fear, this reminded him of a similar incident when Ian had stood up against him. He couldn't allow this to continue any longer.

"I think I could make that work." Mr. Zhao conceded defeat for the time being. "But there is no way that three could share a room."

Nix rubbed his chin for a while, thinking of the right plan that could be the best in the bunch.

His lips curved in a devilish grin at the thought that crossed his mind.

Obsidian switched glances from Nix to Mr. Zhao and back again. Curious as to why Nix had that suspicious grin on his face.

'He's definitely up to something.'

"Do you recall when you owed me a favor?" Nix began, feeling gleeful as he thought of the perfect plan to rid himself of the Christmas tree.

'What favor?' Obsidian's eyes glistened with curiosity. His tail swayed to the side and then upwards once in a while.

He tried to listen in on Lumina's whisper in the direction of Nix.

"What the heck are you doing, Nix?" He heard her hiss in Nix's direction.

Mr. Zhao cringed, thinking of the various aspects from which he could speak. "Back in the academy, but I had made mention of–"

"Academy, organization... seems the same to me. Besides, it's quite easy to fulfill." Nix wiggled his brows.

"You are indebted to me after all." Nix rubbed in his words as he spoke. He couldn't waste any more opportunities such as this.

A part of him was glad that he had not used the favor then. Thankfully he had thought against requesting a change of dorm back then.

'Look who's laughing now!'

"What I ask is simple. There are four rooms for us recruits, am I correct?"

Mr. Zhao nodded his head, confused as to why this was brought up.

"Great," Nix rubbed his chin, looking over at the pupil dilated Obsidian. He looked ok expectantly at Nix, feeling something good might come from this if he played along.

"I would need the presence of Obsidian and Alex in the same room, while Christm– I... I mean Arion," he choked on his words, disgusted by the mere mention of his name on his lips.

"I need him relocated to a better place," Nix said, grinning from ear to ear.

Mr. Zhao finally understood what was going on. Thinking about what this would mean for them, he refused without thinking twice.

"Anything but that."

Shaking his head, he stood his ground on the request, this was what he wanted, and was going to get it done no matter what.

"If you are against this, then you would need to explain your thoughts on the reason you want Obsidian away from others." Nix challenged.

Obsidian turned his attention towards Mr. Zhao, curious about this information that concerned him greatly.

'He's an experiment that needs to maintain his hostile attitude, the less interaction, the better the usefulness to the organization. He might be influenced by your group and question all he was ever taught...' Mr. Zhao's thoughts gave a list of what he couldn't say to answer the question in reality.

Forced to the corner, Mr. Zhao frowned, having no valid excuse to give that wouldn't be used against him since the person in question was present.

"What about Arion, wouldn't the others protest against letting Obsidian take over the room?" Mr. Zhao tried to steer the topic away from himself.

"I wouldn't mind, even if he's a jerk," Lank muttered, pouting his lips and looking away in embarrassment.

Obsidian's mood brightened up, his tail wagging in response to Lank's weird form of acceptance. In his eyes, any form of acceptance was alright.

"I would have to go with that too," Lumina said with a smile, winking at Obsidian.

Nix closed his eyes, repeatedly telling himself that Lumina was just trying to be friendly and accommodating. Opening his eyes, he let out a sigh and had a smirk.

"So... What do you say, Sir?" Nix inquired.