Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Walking circles around it, he could see clearly how the various piece's done were made to make it more of machine parts incorporated into his sculpting abilities.

His guesses were his gift of curses made the statue come to life when he had mistakenly repeated that trigger word.

He looked behind him, totally forgetting that he couldn't be seen.

'You're the one who put the mark on the statue,' he narrowed his eyes in thought.

'But why?!' His brows furrowed at the number of unanswered questions.

A faint humming sound could be heard once more, he looked at himself, noticing some changes.

Taking a step back, his projection began to fluctuate as well as fade gradually while he began to hover, floating upwards.

'No... No... No!' He tried to hold onto this reality of things. There were still some things he needed to find out.

Left with no choice, he calmed himself; accepting his fate, he took in the surroundings with his bird's eye view. At the very least, he would be able to carry out his original plan.

It all came in a rush and he woke up with a gasp, choking on the huge intake of air when he had opened his eyes.

'F*ck!' He cursed at the sharp pain that coursed through his body from his arm, which later subsided as fast as it came.

Cough!

Cough!

[Master!] Mune held onto his cheek, examining him.

Putting out his hand, 'I'm okay, I'm okay!' He repeated, steadying his breathing.

[Were you able to get the information you needed?] She questioned, pinching on his cheek.

Picking her off him again, she had her head lowered and arms limply to her side, accepting her fate as she whimpered.

Her dress to which he was holding with his index finger and thumb, the only thing keeping her from falling at that point.

'You don't need to look so glum, I didn't mean that at all.' He released his grip, apologizing. All he had wanted to do was get her off his cheek. With her actions, it felt like he was bullying her.

She let out an ear piercing squeal, zooming around with great speed and repeatedly yelling, [Master does care about my feelings!]

At first her outburst did bring a smile to his face, but he needed to concentrate, so he cleared his throat and said, 'of course I care about you, but still we have some important matters to attend to.'

She slowed down her movements, finally realizing the seriousness of what lay ahead.

'What sort of vision was that? I took a freaking trip back in time!' He looked up to her for answers.

[It was the only memory I could vividly bring up, with all you had requested, master] She defended with a pout.

Nix sighed, he knew he shouldn't have overreacted, he had gotten what he wanted. But the only underlying problem was the issue of how they might look currently, not to mention that it was highly unlikely that they might still be in the area.

'Do you think they could still be there?' He questioned, already hating the fact that he might waste his time heading there without an assurance.

[It doesn't hurt to try, master] She shrugged.

Without much delay, he began to sketch out what he had seen earlier. There were some parts that he could clearly remember he had drawn separate from the one he had seen extending from it in his bird eye view vision.

[You do have a good memory of detail, master] Mune looked over his shoulders, smiling as she witnessed him sketch a male holding hands with a little girl and several other miniature people, trees, road paths, stalls being captured in the moment.

'There are some people I will never forget in this lifetime.' He focused his attention at the continuous stroke he made on Fegan and his daughter's hands linked as he drew them from their rear.

Immediately he was certain that he was done with the detailed sketches, he looked down at the road links with one leading to the academy.

'Finally!'

Rolling it up, he slipped it into his cross bag, pulling it over his head. Standing up he looked out the window with a sigh.

The only advantage he had was the experience he had gained in order to evade the guards easily after his last two encounters.

[Master, are you still going to do as you planned?] She hovered in front of him, with a look of worry on her face.

Thinking deep on her words, he had remembered what he had said before, but after that disturbing revelation, he wasn't so sure he could go along with it except that was the last and only resort.

The thought of Hana being pulled into the loop of revenge was something he didn't want to spark up, she looked so happy with her father that it almost broke his heart when he had thought on what he had hoped to achieve.

There was also the suspicious scene that depicted he was doubtful, visibly drained and reluctant to continue. He could only blame Hana from interrupting her father when he wanted to give a reason for why he had to continue.

He would need to know why he had continued, only then could he determine his next line of action.

'Do you know how many years back that vision was?' He raised a brow.

[A decade]

He gulped, wondering how mature Hana would have been from how little she was then, if she was still with her father.

'Does that mean that the academy was founded about 10 years ago?' He wondered, rubbing his chin in thought.

[Definitely not, the statue was merely an added feature for some unidentified purpose]

'Even you don't know that information?' He sweat dropped at her inability to break down that information for him.

[I'm sorry but the system doesn't allow me to dig deep into that information] She gave a nervous chuckle, afraid she would glitch again if she tried.

'Again with the system interfering!' He frowned.

'I would surely get the underlying cause of this.' He balled his hands in a fist, looking out the window.

Placing his feet on the window sill, he proceeded to pull his hood over his head, jumping down from the height.