Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"I can prove my innocence!" Mr. Zhao yelled, taking a defensive stance against them.

"You would need to get past us before you get the chance to do that." They both replied in unison.

'Damnit! How did I get tangled in this?' Mr. Zhao frowned, taking a step back.

The collectors were almost invincible due to a special secret about them–being an undead created by some of the talented magic or gift users.

They were difficult to kill as they were already dead and biologically manipulated and experimented on by a team of scientists headed by Sesa.

These collectors made use of their peak ability with little to no use of energy, which meant that they packed a punch without even trying.

Their only form of weakness was certain abilities that could be found in the ferals and rare gift users.

"You have things confused with the wrong person." Mr. Zhao tried to reason.

Even though he was trying to go against them, there was a limit to what he could take–two collectors weren't so much part of the deal that he envisioned.

"That's left for you to convince our master..." The collector to the left combed through his pristine white hair with his claws, a smirk ever-present.

"....if you can survive." The other snickered in mischief.

Boom!

Mr. Zhao gasped at the appearance of the recruits, Zephyr and Obsidian in his room.

Nix boldly stepped forward as he stared down at the two odd-looking males, they looked more like agents in a secret agency than they are meant to in a fantasy world.

'How the hell did Arkai give birth to you two abominations?' He wondered in his thoughts about the strange characters that exist in Arkai.

The strangeness only led to diversity, with a minute population of the citizens of Arkai known to him as his creations.

"Step away fire ranker." The male on the left sneered, his yellow eyes glowing underneath the shades covering his eyes.

'Fire ranker? Again? I have a f*cking name!!' Nix's irritation with the word only triggered his anger issues with the choice of words.

"Nix leave, this is a personal issue that I don't want interference." Mr. Zhao cut in when he noticed the heated glares between the two.

If they were to fight, he was certain that they would trash his room before he could point a finger at the culprit.

Nix looked behind him, confused and his temperament rising with the lying bastard who needs their help.

Obsidian took a stance beside Nix, ready to join him in fending off these weird males that he had never come across since his time in the organization.

A sharp pain coursed through Nix's head, "ahhhh!" He suppressed the groan with his teeth closed, holding his head.

From behind, Lank also groaned in pain as the same feeling rocked his entire body.

"What's going on?" Solis questioned, stabilizing Lank firmly in place.

After a short while, the pain disappeared as it came. In its place left Nix and Lank enlightened.

The sharp pain that had coursed through their body was nothing more than the memories of Mr. Gaviel forcing its information on them, making them understand just a bit of what these collectors had done in the academy.

Nix shook his head, realizing the pictorial description in his head which showed the identical pristine white hair and sharp, well-kept, creased black suits with black socks and gold rolled handkerchiefs in their pockets.

Lank's eyes stared at the wingtip shoes, there was no mistaking what he had seen.

They were the very people who had attacked Fae and brought about such an injury back at the infirmary.

Without giving it much thought, his fangs grew in size, red eyes gleaming with rage, and claws bared as he leaped to attack in a blind rage.

"I knew I wasn't crazy!" He spat, making a slash at the one with claws similar to his.

The reaction time for the collector was a second too early and allowed him to quickly sidestep, evading the slash that was aimed at his throat.

"No, no, no!!! No one fights in my room!" Mr. Zhao yelled even though the two in question couldn't care less about his opinion.

"Zephyr! Teleport us all out of here and into the arena, now!" He yelled at Zephyr at the top of his lungs.

Zephyr jumped up to the intensity and urgency the words had on him. Glad that he had been given another bit of the original host's memory just by the mere word and intensity.

He could remember the real Zephyr going head-on with Obsidian in an arena, it looked like they were on to serious business, and looked like a killing intent had been the motivating force for such a scene to play out.

With just that brief preview that flashed through his thoughts, he picked on the arena's location.

"Sir, I would like to object and not be a part of this madness." Solis protested, wishing not to be known with them, the only person in mind being Luna.

He needed to be with his sister, the suspense was killing him. Thinking things through, he had just gotten back to the organization, he was just a few minutes close to returning to his sister.

Zephyr picked on what he heard from Solis, he had noticed that Mr. Zhao was having a rethink about his decision on forcing everyone along.

'Ohoho, where do you think you're running off to?!' Zephyr grinned at the mischievous thoughts going on in his head.

"Solis," Zephyr called in a loud voice, " I hope you shine some light on this as you're about to jump into darkness!"

Solis' shoulders and eyes widened to Zephyr's words, he had wanted to dash out the way to the exit but was too late as Zephyr had activated his ability.

'This should be fun.' Zephyr's voice lingered in the room moments before he teleported them all to the arena.

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