Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Chapter 228 What Are You So Afraid Of?

josei

"What the hell?!" Obsidian was the first to exclaim in shock and jump to his feet.

Lank followed suit, shocked at what Nix had said but disturbed by Obsidian's reaction.

He knew it was one thing to be in the dark about Nix's possession, but it was another that even Obsidian was shocked even when it looked like he knew.

"Why did you sound as shocked as I am?" Lank narrowed his eyes.

Obsidian's mouth was gaped open slightly, his eyes widened in shock, and unable to speak for a second.

Still trying to process what he had heard, his heart raced thinking of other monstrosity bullying the heck out of him if they decided to prey on him due to Raiken's recommendation.

"Nix, you know I was just kidding when I spoke to Raiken, right?" He forced a chuckle as a way of mentally deceiving himself that he would be spared.

Nix shook his head not because he didn't believe what Obsidian said, but rather how he was speaking.

"Raiken is one of the dragons? You've met the dragon?" Lank blurted out, amazed by what he had found.

Obsidian whistled and looked away, how could he tell that he had met one when he had intentionally tricked them in a bid that they wouldn't follow, in the outlands so he could render some assistance to Nix.

Not to mention the fact that he rendered like a rag doll to Raiken who had awakened the fear that had been long forgotten since he could remember.

Lank's lips drew into a thin line after realizing there were so many things that he was yet to consider in the so-called friendship with Nix.

"Who knew even the tall trees could be pushed down by the mere word of breeze," Nix replied vaguely.

Understanding what he meant, Obsidian tried to calm himself and sit back down but giving enough distance.

"How many dragons are there?" He started, gulping and internally hoping it was just a good few–preferably two, there was no way one could be strong enough to tame more than that.

'No one has ever done so, even though I don't know how you did it, if he says dragons, then it must be two. Dragons are a rare occurrence anyways.' Obsidian made a few calculations in his head.

Nix pretended to count how many he had, he was enjoying their curious gaze gradually turning into one of shock at how long he was going with thinking.

Satisfied with the mortified faces of his friends, he decided it was time to spill the beans.

Rubbing his hands together, he had a smug look on his face as he spoke. "I got a quadruple problem–a crazy bunch.

<Who are you calling crazy?!> Red snapped and snarled, feeling offended by the statement.

'You all make me look crazy, the mere talking to you in my subconscious is crazy enough!' Nix retorted.

Rekor cut in, <You were already crazy...>

<...even without our prestigious presence.> Raz concluded.

'Twins... typical.' Nix sneered in his thoughts, hearing how they had spoken in sync just to insult him.

He wondered why he had not heard any words from Raiken, it felt as though he was brewing and stirring up trouble for him in the future.

Wham!

Nix's face was forced to the side with a punch. He had his mouth open in shock at being brought back to reality in such a way.

In his head, he could hear the dragons, most especially Red laughing hysterically at him.

'Why you little...'

Raising his head, he glared at Lank who had his fist balled and his eyes in shock at what he had done.

"What the hell have I done to you to deserve the repeated hits I have been getting in a span of a few hours, Lank?!" He hissed as he touched the corner of his lips which had a split and blood began to clot-forming a hard-like substance.

Hiss!

He reacted to the pain and was shocked by how well he had taken it for yet another time without smacking the shit out of the person.

Lank couldn't even believe he was capable of such an act and simply left all the words to Obsidian to break up the awkward silence.

"We had repeatedly called on your name, yet it was as though you were in another world of your making," Obsidian explained.

"You were speaking to Raiken right?" Obsidian articulated with a wiggle of his brows.

Nix had just adjusted to his surroundings once more that when he saw Obsidian wiggling brows, he felt a bit disgusted by his actions.

"As much as I would have wished it was him, it was merely the other three trying to turn my thoughts inside out," he paused and made a whip of his head towards Lank.

"Well, that's until Lank decided to practice some martial arts on my face," Nix uttered with the click of his tongue.

Lank tried to cover his nervousness with a chuckle and gave a short wave.

"So there are four," Obsidian vocalized in awe. "How is that remotely possible?! How can they fit into your tiny body?"

Those words felt too cringe for Nix to take he was forced to shake off the feeling off his body.

When he was sure he felt better, he cleared his throat and pretended all he had done never existed. "They were debating if they would kill you two or not." He lied.

<No we did not> Rekor spoke first, immediately denying it.

<Not yet, you mean> Red cut in, snorting his response.

Obsidian and Lank took a step back at the words, horror-stricken faces staring at him and then at the door.

Nix followed their gaze and when he was able to locate what they were looking at, he burst into laughter.

"They can only be let out on my order," Nix informed amidst laughter.

Not needing a memo, they both looked at one another and let out nervous laughter so they didn't feel awkward about Nix's words. But deep down they didn't even know if it was safe to be in the same room with Nix.

He had managed not to carry out his demeaning vibes on them, probably because they had not said or done anything triggering like the previous victim.

"Relax, they only obey my every order," Nix assured.

<Not by choice!> Raiken snapped, feeling the need to speak up. This topic was a sensitive line that he wished he never encountered.

"When they return to my body, it's just their essence that goes into my body–more like you compress a file so it fits into–" he paused when he noticed he had blurted out more than necessary.

"What do compressing files mean?" Lank questioned immediately. Suddenly curious about all that has any connection with Nix.

Nix and Obsidian facepalmed after hearing Lank ask such a question, they were in an advanced technological building, yet it would seem even Lank was living in a world of his own making.

"This is another reason why we need to leave this goddamn place, they are restrictive of even the most basic knowledge." Nix sneered.

"Let that go for the time being," Lank dismissed his concern, suddenly feeling suspicious about a certain occurrence back in the academy at the time.

"Were you the one who made a black dragon with yellow eyes fly over and terrorize the guards in the academy?" Lank questioned, folding his arms.

"You've met Raiken before?" Obsidian pulled on Lank's arm so he could stare into his eyes for an actual confirmation.

"That was Raiken?!" Lank gawked, feeling he had gotten the answer he needed.

Obsidian gulped and wondered how far Nix had gone in using his ability.

"There are no two dragons alike, there is always a tell-tale difference and the chances of a 'SPECIFIC'..., he elevated his voice for added effect.

"... black dragon making a magical appearance in your academy with a magical barrier that's placed to appease their fiery heart, it's down to Nix." Obsidian deadpanned and brought back his attention to Nix.

Nix understood that he had been exposed so easily, "it was the first time I had tried to summon Raiken and to save my skin at the time."

Snap!

Lank snapped his fingers as he could finally piece some of the information together, it had been at the time Nix blabbed about heading to find someone.

That would mean only one thing–he used that as a diversion to sneak back in.

"You are more cunning than I thought you to be." Lank chuckled, pointing an accusing finger at Nix.

"It's all in the work description." Nix gave a slight bow and smiled.

"Could I see them someday?" Lank asked curiously, his eyes brightening with enthusiasm.

"I... I don't think that's a good idea." Obsidian repeatedly patted the back of Lank, hoping he could get the message in his fair warning.

"What are you so afraid of?" Lank questioned and shrugged off Obsidian's hand.