Transmigrated With A Resolution System

'As a guide, you sure know little about all this.' He pointed out.

Trying her best to process what he meant, she still couldn't. Whatever he wanted to say, she would wait till he could say what he had in mind.

[Could you please just say what I can do, master?]

'You know this place a bit more than I do, especially those which had been added.' He reasoned.

She nodded her head to his brief explanation.

'Then you are in the best position to tell me where I could start looking when it comes to finding a certain someone.' He rubbed his chin, wiggling his brows.

[What exactly do you want me to do, master?!] Mune stressed once again, she couldn't work with just vague words.

'I need you to project places where one could find gold in a large quantity, where sculptors could be and somewhere the organization presides over.'

Mune's lips drew into a thin line, his request was twisted and a bit confusing. Moreso, she would have to work twice as much to narrow down the possible places.

Nix stared at her, it had been one of his dreams to talk to an AI and get the coordinate of a place. He felt 10 times smarter speaking to Mune and trying to get the coordinate of Fegan.

His lips were curved upwards, this made Mune furrow her brows as she thought about why he would have such a weird expression while he stared at her.

Closing her eyes, she placed her hands to the side of her head, putting in all the conditions he gave.

Hmmmm!

A faint humming sound came from her.

Nix watched her patiently, hoping to get an answer soon. He looked at his wrist subconsciously, forgetting that a watch wasn't something common in this world even though they had wall clocks– it made no sense at all.

'That's what you get for concentrating on fantasy characters.' He placed his cheek on his arm, tired of waiting already.

'Anytime now.' He drummed his left finger on the table impatiently.

To make up for the time he was losing, he got up, walking over to his nightstand.
Pulling it open, he brought out the colors he had kept in little jars, picking out the black little jar.

His brows twitched at the memory of the time he was used to a digital device. Heaving a sigh of disappointment, he missed all the tools he could use at his disposal.

Using the paintbrush and a canvas, almost made him feel like he was practicing writing in a foreign language, preferably Japanese, picturing how he had worked with different strokes to practice his kanji.

'My brush library, alpha lock, clipping mask, layers... I miss you.' He reached out to nothing in particular, remembering all he could do without much of a hassle on his iPad.

Shaking his head, he used the back of his foot to close the drawer pulled from the nightstand, walking back to the chair.

Dropping the little jar, he opened it a bit, waiting for Mune still.

'This is taking longer than expected.' He stared at her, slouching and picking at his nose to distract himself.

[I got it!] She beamed, opening her eyes.

'It's about time.' He straightened his posture, taking the paint brush, opening the jar.

Whoosh!

She zoomed around his head with massive speed, so much so, her body blurred, forming a ring-like pattern around his head.

His eyes couldn't register her movements anymore. He had expected her to either describe or say the names, the option of touching his head to transmit the information was another brilliant idea she could have used, but circling around his head?

'Why are you–'

He froze for a bit, almost as if he was possessed, his eyes shone forcefully as he let out a gasp to what he was witnessing.

It almost felt like he was in a simulation, and it felt so real. He could see a small village and people walking in it. Looking at his hand, he was glowing, this looked closely like he was being projected into the environment instead.

'Woah! Mune, are you there?!' He called, hoping at the very least that she would be projected like he was.

To his disappointment, Mune didn't respond. He could understand that probably where he was, was merely a projection of her thoughts and he could see it vividly like how he had imagined if she had transmitted the information.

Clink!

Clank!

His attention was drawn to the sound of a metal being hit. Walking towards the area, he swiftly dodged people as if he could actually interfere with their actions.

"Father!"

He stopped, looking to the right, seeing a little girl, she was dressed in a plain black and white polka dot dress, her black hair styled in a messy bun, with a few strands coming out at the side of her face. Her big orange eyes stared at the man who was with a hand bush hammer hitting a flat straight chisel on a golden object.



Clink!

Clank!

The man wiped off the sweat that had formed on his forehead, picking up a cloth, he used it to clean his hands. His hands combed through his black hair, he had his hair in a wet messy man bun. His orange eyes stared lovingly at his daughter.

Opening his arm wide for her to run for a hug.

Running into his arm, she gave him a body slam, hugging his legs tightly.

Nix stood fixed to the spot, he didn't mind that his vision was obstructed by a metal sheet to the left, preventing him from completely viewing the man's creation. His attention was solely on the girl who had caught his fancy.

'Another of my artwork was brought to life, huh?' He stared in awe at how cute she looked.

"Hana, what are you doing here? You know I need to finish this." He scooped her up in his arms.

She let out a giggle at his action, "I am your guardian angel, if I don't stop you now, your hand would be all injured again."

"My guardian angel," he repeated with a hearty laughter.

"If I don't do this, your–"

"No... don't say it!" Hana held out her hand, "I don't want to listen to that anymore, you need a break."

Nodding his head, he looked back at his unfinished creation, letting out a sigh, he gently dropped her down. "How about we go get a meal?"

"Yay! Food!" She beamed in delight, holding onto his hand, swinging it as they walked out of his workshop

Nix had a bitter smile all the while as he watched them leave, he had never experienced such love, watching them only reminded him of what he never had.

Letting out a sigh, he had a real smile. He was genuinely happy for the girl who had been able to find someone she could look up to and hoped it would stay that way.

Moving closer to where they were, his eyes widened in shock at who this person he had been watching was.

He could clearly see the wings of Agatha laying on the table on which he was working.

'Fegan?'