Transmigrated With A Resolution System

The gate was closed, but there were several window openings to which different guards were assigned.

He raised his head towards the sky as he took in the majestic insignia of two faceless people, a male and a female; facing one another with a glowing aura around them on the large black gate.

'Here goes nothing.' He sighed, walking up to one of the openings.

"Good day Sir, I am–"

"Pass!" The guard cut in, not interested in whatever he had to say.

"Oh!" Nix reached into his pocket, sliding it into the space meant for the said purpose.

Looking up at Nix then looking back down, the guard carefully examined the hexagonal golden medal pass.

"Hmmm."

He had a thin stick in his mouth, pushed to the corner of his lips as he played with it. The constant movement of the stick made Nix's eyes go up and down subconsciously.Updat𝒆d fr𝒐m nov𝒆lb(i)n.c(o)m

Shaking his head, he reached out to take his pass back. He had thought all he needed to do was show the pass as an object of being chosen to be in the academy.

Retracting his hand, the guard hummed. "The information hasn't been verified." He sneered.

Nix's brows knitted in confusion.

'What did he mean? It's merely a golden pass which sometimes sticks to its host.'

Lightly tapping it, it brought out the holographic info on its user.

[Name: Nix Lae]

[Gender: Male]

[Age: 22]

[Gift: Fire]

Pfffff!

The guard spat out the stick from his mouth in shock.

Just to make sure he had rightly seen that, he zoomed in on the information. He looked back and forth at the information and Nix.

Nix was in another world of his own. If he could clearly see correctly, the pass had brought out his information?!

His mouth was opened wide in disbelief.

'It wasn't merely a flat piece of gold?'

"Welcome to Shibui Gift Academy!" The guard's expression lightened up with a smile as he pushed back the medal through the same place it had been given.

"Thank you?" Nix felt self-conscious with the overly excited guard who never wanted to break eye contact with him while keeping up with the big smile plastered on his face.

'A minute ago, you were so hard on me. Now you're doting on me like a favorite child?' He raised the corner of his lips in irritation.

Slowly, the gates opened up automatically, letting him in.

"Such a creep." He mumbled, shoving the pass back into his pocket.

"Mune." He whispered, careful not to sound crazy on his first day.

[Master! I was beginning to think you have forgotten about me.] She squealed, rolling in ecstasy in the air.

Momentarily, his eyes locked on her cleavage, "there are things that I can't forget." He coughed out, tearing his gaze away from that spot.

Observing the high rising building of the academy, it was a great sight to behold. The large buildings were made up of a metallic material that reflected the sun's rays and made it so bright that it was difficult to look at.

At the center of the academy, there was a large fountain that was illuminated by the same metal as the buildings.

In the middle of the fountain, there was a statue of a winged female with a small golden medal embedded in her chest. It was surrounded by smaller metal statues of people which could be seen from any angle. The name of the academy was inscribed on the wristband of the statue in a simple yet elegant lettering.

"They sure have a lot of money to come up with all of these." He rolled his eyes at the extravagance. "I didn't know that the academy could even afford this much."

[They do get the money from the organization] Mune corrected.

He watched as some of the students walked inside, some of them even glanced over at him. Some of the girls giggled, as they chattered among one another.

"Tch-" He scoffed at how quick the girls were to stir trouble for him.

He wasn't really there to make friends. He was there to get enough intel to help catch those b*stards who had robbed him of his family.

There were about a dozen names which had been linked to the school mentioned in the scroll. Even though he had seen the names, he didn't recognize any of them.

He had to be careful; the last thing he needed was to be caught with his guard down. He needed to get to the bottom of who was behind this.

Whoever it was, they had to be powerful enough to afford all of these. But most importantly, they had to be powerful enough to have bred such a creature to do their bidding. It must have been someone pretty big to have that much influence behind the shadows.

"Good day, Mr Zhao!" One of the students greeted as he passed.

He turned around to spot the person who had been called by that name.

He clicked his tongue, finally seeing one of the persons he had been looking for–the name matched perfectly and so was the description.

He was a man with a gray beard, and a simple but elegant blue robe. The only thing that stood out was the teardrop golden medal which was hanging from his neck on a chain.

Mr Zhao had sensed someone stare at him, looking up, he saw Nix standing there.

"My word!" He exclaimed in surprise, holding his chest as he tried to breathe out in relief.

"Were you scared that you wished you'd chosen death instead of that happening once more?" Nix spoke in a deep hushed voice, the sound of his voice being masked in the silence of the wind.

"What did you just say?" Mr Zhao's mouth hung open. He was clearly taken aback by the statement of this student.

[Uhhh... master? What are you doing?] Mune tapped his cheek.

It was the enemy he was talking to so casually. If he were to get a whiff of something amiss, they just might miss their chance.

'Shoot! I had almost forgotten I wasn't meant to engage them yet.' Nix chuckled slightly, plastering a big grin on his lips to mask his initial words.

"Pardon my words, they sometimes slip as I get into the mood, they are mere wild talks." He bowed slightly.

Swiftly changing the topic, he continued, "I've been hearing a lot about you, Mr Zhao. They say that your way of teaching is quite unique. Is that true?" He asked, trying to sound as if he was just wondering.

Pulling on his beard, he nodded to the indirect praise. He was glad to hear the students finally acknowledging his teachings.

"What student did you hear these fine words from?" He gave a hearty cheer.