Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Chapter 119 Perfect Circle And A Dirty Mind

"Right!" She brought down her hands, giving a nervous chuckle. "It's only normal I was scolded back at home, even after I had explained what that brat had said." She hissed in memory.josei

Cough!

Cough!

Clearing his throat, he was glad it had brought her back to her senses.

"I had not intended to kill him. Just a scare and some mild cutting–"

"Since when is a knife to the throat ever going to be a mild cutting?" Nix cut in, shaking his head to her pointless excuse.

Flashing a grin, she opened her mouth, wanting to explain what she meant. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she really would have truly done it.

"Good point." She accepted her actions.

"Anyways, my brother has drawn the same perfect circle as I've drawn." She looked down, placing her hand on the paper.

'Perfect?!' Nix nearly choked on his saliva at the blow to his pride as an artist.

Nix shook his head to what she had called a perfect circle. He had merely excused her flimsy attempt at drawing a circle all because of the explanation that could come with it.

With closer observation, it looked more like a distorted circle with uneven and bumpy edges.

'A nearly smoothened out amoeba is more like it.'

"That's far from a circle, don't drag your brother's perfect circle into this." Nix made a flick of his finger using his passive gift to give a light smack on her forehead.

"Ow! Academy rule number–"

"Save it for when you also learn how to abide by it." Nix retorted.

"F*ck you!" She cursed under her breath.

"I would really like that." Nix wiggled his brows, his eyes glinting with mischief, putting a different meaning to what she had said.

"You have a dirty mind, do you know that?" She said with a roll of her eyes.

"You have a dirty mind if you understand." He retorted.

"It's better you just continue with the perfect circle." He said with a taunt.

Exhaling and inhaling, she tried to calm herself before she would continue.

"He had written the word revenge in its middle..." pointing at the paper once again.

"...he had told me that as harmless as the word might be when allowed to grow could devour and corrupt even the purest of souls."

"How does that explain how you had gotten in touch with your brother's memories?"

Facepalming, she was starting to get pissed off by his lack of discernment.

"He was all about no revenge even when that brat deserved his treatment. He should be glad that we haven't set eyes on each other after I was called upon to this forsaken farmhouse." She looked all around the walls of their dorm.

"So there's a possibility he's still out there." Nix rubbed his chin.

"Wherever he is, I hope we don't cross paths." She said with a smile.

"As I said," she raised her head to look at Nix. "Until I had let go of my vengeful tendencies, only then was I able to get the memories of my brother. Knowing the sole motive which had driven your relative before their death is the only way to fully acquire their memories."

Nix nodded his head in understanding, disappointed with such a method of acquisition. "You're sure that's the only way?"

"That's what my brother had always said, I had thought it was merely a way he used to comfort me since I had none at the time." She scratched the back of her head.

"Until I had taken his words seriously, only then did I finally get his memories. Instead, I'm going to find out who that monster is and stop him from causing more pain to families." She said with a shrug.

'Damn it.' Nix cursed at the unlikelihood of that ever happening since he had never spent much time with the family he had lost in a flash.

Placing his right hand to the right side of his face, he mumbled incoherent words as he had the self task to recover the memories of the original Nix. Only then could he know the kind of person his mother was.

"As much as I want to have my revenge, I still need my brother's memory to have a clear mindset."

"That's enough memory acquisition today!" Nix put out his hand in front of him, rubbing his temple to what that would mean for him.

Lumina's lips drew into a thin line at being cut off in such a manner.

​ "Could we get some shut-eye," he stretched, picking up the piece of paper.

Lumina stretched out her hand, thinking he wanted to hand it over to her. "Thank–"

Scrunching up the paper, he aimed for the waste bin and scored a shot. "That's 50 points for the best player in Arkai!" He said in a cheerful whisper, praising himself.

'What the heck?! That's my paper you self-proclaimed jerk!'

Lumina's mouth hung open at the utter disrespect to what she had drawn on the paper and the meaning behind it. His disregard for her effort left her speechless.

"Go Nix! You're the guy!" Nix basked in his self-acclaimed victory. Proud that he had gotten rid of that eyesore drawing that had triggered his OCD.

Only when he looked down at her, did he realize that she had electricity coursing through her body, on the verge of blowing up in his face anytime soon.

Zzznn!

"Hey!" He said with an upbeat. "What's 'currently' going on?" He stressed the pun intended.

This didn't help the current situation Lumina was in.

Her eyes narrowed further, unable to take the taunts, she touched the ground, channeling her current through it.

Quick enough to react, Nix did a backflip and onto the bed. "Shit! You just made me ruin a perfectly made bed."

"You should just be glad that you didn't get into my high voltage wave." She clicked her tongue, getting up from the floor with a shake of her head.

Using his passive gift, he made a pull on her in his direction.

Against her will, she felt a pull towards Nix. "What are you– Woah!"

He gently placed her on the bed with him over her, "now that it's ruined, what do you think we could do?" He gave a suggestive wiggle of his brow as his eyes gave a glance at her body.