Transmigrated With A Resolution System

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'Where am I?'

'Have I been reborn?'

'Am I back to my apartment?'

'A hospital, maybe?'

'Why is it so dark in here?'

He tried to move but couldn't, he wondered if he had become mummified. The air did seem thin.

His ears tingled from the lack of sound. This deafening silence was driving him crazy.

Kicking, turning, he tried to command a limb to move but all effort felt futile. Or could it be he was just a floating brain or in limbo?

If there was anything to believe in, he wanted out of this prison. Better awake and trapped than be confined to a spot, yet engulfed in darkness.

This wasn't the death he had imagined, he had always dreamed of a time when his presence would leave a mark when gone.

But all he could think about was the teary eyes of Aimi as he was being choked by his own brother!

'I can't believe I really just thought about that idiot as my brother!'

He knew it, he couldn't respawn in that world. Now he regretted his reckless actions while he was there.

'If I do get out of this place, I will show them all I'm not someone to be messed with.'

[Would you like to escape reality?]

[Yes]

[No]

The blue interface popped up in front of him.

'Escape reality? Why does this word sound awfully familiar?'

He stared at the screen, not just because of the notification he had received illuminated the once dark space, but because it served as his only hope of survival. Finally he could get out of this prison like entrapment.

There was a bit of a problem. Even if he could choose, how would he do that if he couldn't move at all?

'Damn you bad luck. I'm in need of a good one right about now! Give me back my speech or the feeling in my hand.'

After what felt like forever, he felt a warm sensation inside his stomach.

'My hands! Not my stomach!' He internally facepalmed at what could possibly have kickstarted his stomach.

His sensation was gradually returning to him. This was the luck he just needed.

He could only hope the interface would stay for as long as he could escape. For a brief second, he began to get suspicious of the interface as it suddenly popped up another notification.

[You have one minute to make your decision]

[01:00]

[00:59]

Narrowing his eyes at the timer, he was certain it could hear his thoughts and was intentionally messing with him.

'Thoughts!' His body shook a bit. He could actually get out of the place without necessarily using his hands or voice.

[00:45]

[00:44]

'Yes!' He internally screamed, hoping this method would work.

Ding!

[Congratulations on your successful choice]

The user interface closed, leaving him in the darkness he was in earlier.

'But... but... I chose yes!' He was starting to feel anxious about his decision, was that notification a joke?

"Nix!" He could hear muffled voices call out.

It must have been in his mind, no one cared about him anyways.

"Mother, please save him."

'Mother?' Nix felt confused. How many times did he have to emphasize that he never grew up knowing the feeling of the word parents, but now he had a mother?

He felt a tug at his cheek, not caring about the pain. A smile made its way to his lips, he could finally feel something. Something soft pressed onto his chest.

"Nix?" A gentle voice spoke with concern.

Waking up with a gasp, he sat up. Shutting his eyes immediately due to the blinding light. He had not yet gotten accustomed to it.

"Oh my! You scared me." He heard the voice speak again.

'Am I at the hospital or still in that world?' Nix tilted his head in thought, his eyes still closed, his ears trying to pick up anything familiar.

A little hand gripped his waist from behind.

"Oof!" He groaned, the vice-like grip was choking the air out of him.

He frowned, opening his eyes. He needed to see who had the audacity to do that. He wasn't going to experience another near death experience.

"Little hands?" He mumbled in confusion.

"Brother, you are awake." Aimi squealed.

"Hahaha!" He hid his horror stricken face with a chuckle. Sweat dripped down his face, he wasn't in the hospital, and he could definitely never forget that voice anywhere.

It was Aimi.

'So that means–'

"Mother, eldest brother, come look. He's alive?!" She squealed, her grip tightening even more.

He had wondered what they were feeding her, she had the strength of an adult at such a tender age. 'Could it be a passive gift?'

Take for example, Naz. He had the passive gift of solidifying his water gift into weapons for offense.

He still didn't know to which extent Aimi's power was, but she was definitely going to be the death of him if she continued.

"Ai...mi.. please let... go." He tried pushing her away.

"Listen to your brother, he's still in a moment of shock." He heard a lady's voice.

Turning around to face whoever had spoken, he was met with a woman who had long and wavy blue hair, blue eyes.

She wore a tight fitting black dress which hugged her curvaceous body, leaving little to the imagination. It had a deep V-cut which let her ample bosom be revealed. His eyes went straight to her cleavage.

'Does everyone here seem to be prepared for a funeral of some sort?'

He couldn't tear his gaze away from her cleavage no matter how hard he tried. His one thought on what he was thinking when he had drawn her character.

She looked a lot like the grown up version of Aimi but more sexually appealing.

"My boy, how are you feeling?" She opened her arms wide, pulling him for a hug.

Nix's mind was lost in the soft feeling of her bosom on his face. He had not picked up on that clue. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

But that was short lived, she pulled away, her hand on his shoulder, she examined him. "Are you hurt anywhere? Tell mother, what's wrong."

With those words, his heart broke into a million pieces. His face scrunched up, he was on the verge of tears for the wrong reasons.