Transmigrated With A Resolution System

[Having a few days leave does have its perks?] Mune beamed in ecstasy, watching her master's closing his eyes while deep in concentration.

She watched as his hand made some quick movements on the canvas with the paintbrush.

"Shh!" He hushed, opening his right eye, taking a peek at her then closing it right back.

Mune flew to the headboard, she wanted to do as she was requested. Tossing and turning, the area felt a little chilly, so she switched to the mattress, going under the covers.

The place felt a little too warm to get comfortable with. Phasing through the covers, she poked her head out, searching for another spot to stay while trying to maintain a quiet demeanor.

Frowning at the reminder she saw literally everywhere, she threw her hands over her head, her mouth gaped open at the strands of red hair she saw all over the place.

[This lady is as dirty as a snotlout] She scoffed, flying towards his shoulder to lay, instead.

"Mune, you shouldn't be disturbing!" He hissed as she got up from right shoulder and walked on his head then to his left shoulder.

[Whoops!] Flying back immediately to his right shoulder, she rested and crossed her legs behind her while she beamed in ecstasy.

Looking down at what her master was sketching, she was amazed by the detailing in the art work. At first she had expected he was drawing the golden statue that had been destroyed a few days ago, but she was pleasantly wrong.

[Master, were you an artist in your previous life?] She asked as she stared in awe at the masterpiece.

,m Dropping the brush, he set it down on a table, looking to Mune. His expression fell at her seemingly innocent question.

There were times when he would think of his past as an artist, and it still felt like a burden.

'An artist who couldn't stand up for himself, took the brunt and was regarded as a total cheat!' He clenched his trembling fingers.

With his reputation tainted then, he had not realized how far he was slowly drifting from what he loved doing best.

"I don't even know anymore." He said, wiping down his paintbrush with a cloth.

"I haven't been a good role model for anyone. I was just a guy who was really good at art, then I turned it into a career. But even that isn't mine anymore." He gave a bitter laugh.

He wished so badly to get the justice he so deserved. It had hurt to be betrayed by someone he had thought was his friend, that word only made him feel sick to the bones.

'Drui, just you wait. If I do return to our world, you would totally regret having done this to me. I will be the person you wish you never met. I will be your worst nightmare.' He vowed.

It wasn't until that moment had it dawned on him what could be happening in his world. He missed his phone, he missed drawing on his tablet, more than anything. Most importantly, he missed the simple and boring life he once had.

'All the things I've loved have been forcibly taken away from me!' He bowed his head.

This should be one of the reasons he is so hellbent on taking revenge on his family's death. He couldn't do so in his other life, he was sure as hell not going to repeat the same mistake twice.

Mune looked down in despair. There was a lot she wanted to say to her master, but it was hard to know what to say to someone like him. He seemed to have his own problems, which he was trying to deal with.

To her, a person who would happily sit on a chair in a room for days and days trying to draw, would never be bothered by being asked questions.

[I'm sorry, master] She apologized in a soft voice, looking back at her master.

He held his head in his hands, and she could see the tears rolling down his cheek. She couldn't help but feel her heart breaking at seeing him like this. She was worried about her master, and she was worried at the fact that he was feeling so helpless. She wished she could have done something to make it better, but she couldn't think of anything.

Instead, she hugged his cheeks in an attempt to console him.

Nix froze at the care shown to him, he had not wanted to look this miserable. Although glad that it wasn't pretty face who saw him this way.

"It was just dirt in my eyes, okay? Just dirt." He explained, pulling away from her little hands.

[Master, do you feel okay?]

"You don't need to make this feel like it's your fault." He explained. "I just don't wanna talk about it right now. I just wanna stay here, and enjoy myself." He replied.

He wanted to forget about everything that had happened in the past, at least until he returned, he would take one action at a time.

"You can watch me if you want though, I don't mind." He added.

[Master, what are you going to do with this painting?] She asked, feeling a little concerned.

It was a painting of a beautiful woman with wings, and her eyes were closed. There was a light dusting of sparkles on her face while she smiled, as if her eyes were closed from a dream.

"I'm yet to finish it." He replied with a chuckle. "I still need to complete its painting on the legs." He explained.

[Aren't you concerned about what is going on in class?]

"It was never the academy I was after, this is only a stepping stone to what I plan to achieve." He replied immediately, shaking his head as he mixed the wrong color for the paint.

[How about Lumina?] Mune watched his reaction for any sign of second thoughts or regret.

His mood changed drastically. After she had walked out of the infirmary two days ago, she had avoided as much as a word from him and treated him like a plague. It was almost like he was the same as the inanimate objects in the room to her.

He had reminded himself so frequently she wasn't in his plan and he wasn't ready to keep any for anyone. She was merely a pawn used by the organization, it was a matter of time before she would be disposed of secretly like the rest of the so-called heroes then.

"I don't care about anyone who has ties linked to the organization." He snarled.