Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Huff!

Huff!

Nix exerted himself while running, the gate to the academy within his range of sight as he skidded to a stop.

Hiding behind a tree, he had his back resting on it as he tried to catch his breath, hyperventilating.

The timer suddenly popped up in front of him.

[00:05:45]

'Sh*t! Was I really too slow?' His hands shot up to his face, feeling a glitch in the customisation.

It would be a matter of minutes before he reverts to his original form. From what he had experienced when he had tried to escape the academy, the guards had some sort of mental radar which could securely identify who was going in and out.

If it weren't for his speed, identity change and the fact that he had blocked a guard's precise beam with his field, he was sure to have been caught.

To his credit, they couldn't identify his passive gift and merely thought it was magic, therefore, it was safe to assume that they thought it was one of the magic users who had escaped.

Even if he could recreate all, there were two flaws to the whole thing. First, his identity would be discovered once he changes back. Second, he was going in and not escaping, that would mean creating a scene of being caught.

Looking behind for a while, he noticed the security had been tightened, as opposed to guards just stationed at the gates, there were some still patrolling the premises like a guard dog.

'Dammit!' He cursed. Attention was something he wouldn't want to attract like all main protagonists do, there must surely be a way for him to sneak in without the guards noticing.

There was only one option he could think of, a rather risky one. It was the only way that he might be able to get in, while evading the guards.

Summoning a dragon would be a great risk. No matter how he thought about it, his identity was sure to be known. Fighting wasn't an option, given his current state he would likely be caught anyways.

"It's time to create a disturbance." He rubbed his hands together as he began to concentrate on the dragon of his choosing. He suddenly felt the connection between him and the dragons.

<I'm better suited for this! I would make sure that I won't rip their hearts out… yet!> Red growled.
<Pick us!> Rekor and Raz growled in unison.

<…> Raiken chose not to respond like the rest.

Nix was stunned by their ability to communicate in his subconscious. The enthusiasm in the three was a cause of concern.

Red had a somewhat killing intent which he pathetically tried to conceal, while Rekor and Raz were somewhat taking this like an adventure. Raiken on the other hand proved like he was uninterested in whatever was happening.

Having made his decision, he proceeded to choose Raiken. The familiar feeling of the system picking what he was unwilling to do, was beginning to make a lot more sense.

<The rest are willing, I would rather sit this one out> Raiken snorted in reply.

[00:00:00]

[Customization deactivated]

Internally facepalming at the sheer luck he was experiencing, his disguise vanished immediately.

'Just great!' He narrowed his eyes at no one in particular. He could only blame this on his poor choices.

"You answer to me, do you understand that!" He hissed.

<…>

<Self centered beast> Red sneered.

There was no way he was going to let a beast dictate what was best for him, he had chosen Raiken and he was going to stick by it.

"Come forth, Raiken!" Nix commanded in a deep voice, mimicking an exaggerated form in which he had seen in the movies.

To his dismay, nothing happened. Cross popping veins made its way to his forehead.

"What the hell? Why won't you obey me?"

<Although I do not have the ultimate power to ignore your call, but there is no way I am going to answer to a sickening voice like the one that had spewed out of your human mouth> Raiken sneered.

Sweat dropping, he was instantly regretting taming Raiken, he had no fear for his master, nor was he giving him the respect he deserved like the rest.

"What a waste of points!" He rolled his eyes. With his current attitude, it only made him desire Raiken more for the job.

"Come forth, Raiken." He repeated confidently.

A thick fog of black smoke covered the ground, it began to converge into one point as it materialised into the dragon, towering and belittling the trees before it.

'No... No... No...." He grimaced at what was to follow, internally facepalming at his inability to think it through.

A gust of wind blew on him, then a thick cloud of dust followed.

Cough!

Cough!

Nix blew on the dust, hoping what he would see would be far from what he had imagined.

Several trees fell to accommodate its wide wingspan, tail and bodymass. Then settled into the ground, creating a large circle around a tree stump.

Krrrkk!

It's yellow eyes flared as it took in its new surroundings.



<Is this the forsaken place you brought me?> Raiken communicated telepathically, instead he held a growl as he looked around him.

"Would you watch your tone? They would..."

An uproar was heard coming from some guards, "what the hell is that doing here?!"

"It's a dragon?!"

"Our barrier has been breached!"

"Call reinforcement!"

'And I finally got the attention I so rightly hate." Nix commented in a quiet and low tone. Turning around, he began to slam his head on the tree in frustration.

<Instead of doing that, how about I have some fun?> He replied, spreading out his wings.

Pulling his head away, Nix nodded, he needed to set his priorities right, a quiet entry was what he had originally wanted and that was what he was going to do.

"Go cause some damage, anyone who puts up much resistance, break a few bones." He commanded with a smirk.