Transmigrated With A Resolution System

The first chance he got, he got up from the floor, heading to the table, talking a seat out for himself. He sat down, his fingers drumming on the table.

'Mune!' He called her out.

[It's about time I was let out] Mune grumbled to herself as she turned her attention to Nix.

Nix shook his head, trying to clear his eyes from the fuzz that had formed. "Come on, stay awake." He said softly, rubbing his eyes.

Briefly taking in her surroundings, in an instant she realized they weren't in his dormitory.

[Master, don't tell me that you went to his dormitory?] She asked, crossing her arms. She refused to look at the sleeping figure wrapped in the blankets on the floor.

As much as she despised Lumina, she was still a better match to him than any other she would encounter.

Nix chuckled, nodding his head in reply.

'You need to focus. I still have an urgent issue to address.' Nix insisted, looking back down at the tabletop.

Mune sighed to herself. She sat on the table, folding her arms over her chest. She didn't like Nix's tone. [Fine. What is it you need to address, master?]

Nix looked behind him, just to make sure Lank was truly sleeping. On hearing soft snores, he nodded his head and looked back at Mune.

Calling upon his user interface, he stared at the numbers, shaking his head.

[Name: Nix Lae]

[Level 5]

[Health: 174/200]

[Exp: 100/100]

[Energy: 280/300]

[Strength: 182/200]

[Agility: 200/200]

[Trait: Courage, Hope, Survival, Determination, Rage, Defensiveness]

[Class: Wheedler, Beast slayer, Dragon tamer, Beast summoner, Pilferer]

[Summons: Raiken]

[Gift: Fire, Telekinesis]

[Points: 2357 to be distributed]

[Are you ready for some point loss?] Mune snickered, knowing fully well how he hated that.

'Shut it!' He snapped. The mere thought of actually going through with it was sickening.

[Why do you suddenly want to do this?] Mune questioned.

He had been saving up his points for some days now, she wondered why he would want to give that up. He was yet to meet anyone who could match his level, even at its little stage.

'Don't you get it?' Nix shook his head, thinking of the best option to go for, the more he stared at his stats.

[Get what?] Mune furrowed her brows.

'I need the mark gone, I wouldn't want to be caught unawares when it decides to act up again. I might not be so lucky to have the healing potion at my disposal, or worse still, in a battle and I collapse suddenly. What do you think my opponent is going to do to me at that moment?'

Bringing up the inventory stats, he grimaced at the options.

[Number of items: 5]

[Storage space: Full]

Scrolling over to where he had placed the scroll. Pulling it out, he opened the scroll holder, pulling out the scroll.

'So over the past two decades we finally got another name.'

Picking up the pencil, he circled the name he had written a few days ago–Sesa. He had listed all he knew about her from the brief time he had spent in the Zoar.

​ Then he made a line which trailed to Zhao. Whoever this teacher was, he was surely as root deep as the rest. Making him question if he really was a teacher, or just a cover-up, a disguise in order to get closer to the students and study them.

Tapping the pencil top on the corner of his lips, he tried to figure out who could have possibly placed that mark, and why?

[Master, do you think she has any connection to all of this?] Mune placed her tiny hand onto the 'e' in Sesa.

'I almost forgot. Lank over there is probably one of their many lab rats they had nurtured for who knows what plan.' He looked over, he could see Lank move a bit, he had turned his face in his direction. Yet his face looked so peaceful while he slept.

Slapping his cheek, he tore his gaze away, shaking the thoughts away from his head.

[Why would they conduct experiments on a rat? Was he a rat?] Mune raised a brow.

Nix facepalmed, if this continued, he might actually just lose his manner of speaking in this world. But for the sake of easing up the communication between them, he could sacrifice explaining a few things to her.

'It's just a manner of speech to refer to those who were used as the subject of an experiment or test and they aren't especially willing.' He explained.

[Oh!] Mune nodded her head in understanding.

'Aren't you supposed to provide me with answers about this world? How come you don't know about that?' He inquired.

[That's because they aren't referred to as lab rats!] Mune deadpanned.

[They are called Ix] Mine scoffed.

'Strange name.' Nix commented, 'anyways, if Lank could be an Ix, then there just might be several others who fall in that category.'

[What are you gaining at, master?]

'Do you have any idea on the names of those who had carried out experiments or had a connection with the statue over the last decade?' He pushed the scroll to her, hoping she could identify any of the names on the list, if possibly she could add a few.

Sesa was a slip he wasn't willing to take anymore. If she wasn't mentioned, then there was a probability that there were several others who had joined when his mother had defected.

Mune nodded her head. Looking down at the scroll, her eyes scanned the names.

[Him!] She placed her hand on a name.

[Name: Fegan ji]

[Age: 45]

[Gender: Male]

[Magic: Curses]

[Position: Sculptor]

"How the hell is a sculptor specializing in curses?" He blurted out.

Mune cleared her throat, signaling to him that there was still someone in the room who could possibly hear him if he wasn't a deep sleeper.

Nix grimaced, nervously chuckling. To make sure, he looked behind him once again.

He let out a sigh of relief, having confirmed that Lank was still sleeping.

Looking down at the scroll, he realized that if he was the sculptor, it was highly likely that he was the one who was put in charge of carving out Agatha.

'We've found the culprit, it isn't a group of people but just one I need to dispose of.' He rubbed his hands in delight, it had become a lot easier for him to deal with.

[Master!] Mune raised her voice, sensing malicious intent in his speech.

'What?! It's not like I said I was going to kill him.' He shrugged, trying to mask his true intentions.

[You didn't say it, but it sure did look like you would] Mune countered.

Tired of faking his true intentions, he dropped the act, 'If he deserves such a judgment, then so be it! It's either his or mine. And of course you know which I would go for, right?'

[...]

Mune had no words to say, she had been the one in the wrong for allowing him to foster another way in which he could get the mark off of him, but from the way he was speaking, it looked like he wasn't really considering her option.

'I am already placed in harm's way, if he can't be appealed to reasoning, then there are other ways to go about it.' He shrugged.