Transmigrated With A Resolution System

In an undisclosed location,

The room was slightly dim, very well maintained, had many books stacked up in shelves, and was a bit larger than a typical living area. The walls were made of a dark, brown wood, with a small door in the center of the walls that was a bit darker. Above the door was a small sign that said, "SECRET."

A male could be seen walking into the room, upon getting in, bowed immediately.

He was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants, with a black belt. A silver necklace with a red gem hung around his neck. A white mask that had some sort of symbol on it was on his eyes. "Master, we had a problem with the house." He looked down at his feet as he spoke. "It's gone."

With glowing blue eyes illuminating in the darkened room, the master looked down at him. His body is still obscured by the shadows.

The male seemed a bit nervous as he continued to speak. "We could not find a scroll or anything else, but the house was burnt to the ground. There were no living beings in the house, just the charred remains of what had been there."

"You could not find the scroll?!" The master's voice boomed out and echoed throughout the room, the gleam of his eyes intensified. "You failed me."

"Master…" The male started, but he was cut off when the master spoke again.

"The creature?"

"Dead." He replied quietly, "the reason is still unknown, but we assume that it had been killed by a force unknown, yet strong. The claws were what was left in the scene."

"Who the hell could have done that?!" The master roared, then stood in silence. All he could think was that the scroll was gone, the very scroll which was the key to everything. A scroll that could take everything away from him.

Standing in silence, he thought for a while, the only sound being the ticking of the clock that was on the wall. As the ticking stopped, the master looked up and his eyes began to glow. With a single word out, the lights in the room went on.

Letting out a deep breath, he spoke. "Find out who did this!"

"As you wish, Master." He bowed once again.

"Halt!" He ordered, and the male froze in place, then fell to his knees and bowed again.

"How could a house of that size be burnt to the ground?" The master questioned, going down on one knee and staring into the male's face.

The male was still unable to look up. "Was it necessary to investigate this, master?" The male looked up, his eyes showing a lot of fear.

"You confirmed the creature dead and the scroll gone, with the house magically down in ashes and you couldn't deem it possible to have investigated who had done this?!" The vein in the side of his face, bulging in rage at the stupidity of those around him.

The male did not answer, and the master just stared at him until his eyes looked to be glowing with an intense blue glow.

As the blue aura was almost blinding, the male looked away and began to tremble, his eyes widened.

"No, no, no, master please! You won't hurt me, you won't…" He cried as he fell to the floor, the master just stared at him.

"Are you telling me what to do?" The master was furious as he got up from his kneeling position.

The male just kept on crying. "Please spare me!" He cried, holding onto his head in pain, slamming it on the floor, his skin breaking and blood trailing down his face.

"It hurts, it hurts so much…." He cried, unable to stop himself from slamming his head continuously, as the master looked at him with a sneer on his face.

"My hold on you is only due to your stupidity." The master growled, then began to walk towards him.

"You are just a pathetic weakling with a gift not worth taking." The master looked down at him, pulling the red gem from the necklace, then with one swift motion, he picked the male up off the floor and threw him into the wall.

With a powerful kick, he sent the male flying into another wall. The male was sent back towards the ceiling, his body hurtling through the air before he crashed onto the floor with the loud thud of his body hitting the ground.

The master looked down, and he smiled. "Incapability of that miniature detail means nothing more than trash to me."

Opening up a portal, he created a force that sent the male through the portal. He was tossed into a volcanic wasteland. The male was screaming as he was thrown into the fiery flames. Within minutes he was gone, though his cries could be heard all the way from outside the walls. The master smiled, and closed the portal.

"Now that was tiresome," he muttered to himself, shoving the gem into his pocket.

He proceeded to call upon another name, one he hoped was as capable as he was recommended by the organization, "Zephyr!"

The young man teleported immediately into the room.

He had his white hair tied in a ponytail, his eyes were green and intelligent, and he wore a black hoodie, gray pants and black boots.

He was younger than the last male, and he looked a lot more innocent. "I'm sorry, master," he said. "What did you ask me to do?"

"Zephyr, I need you to find out who did this. I need you to kill them, whatever it takes."

"Yes, master," Zephyr replied, but he seemed nervous.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, Zephyr. I will protect you, and look after you. I won't hurt you." He promised.

Zephyr was still nervous, and he tried to look up, but couldn't.

"You may leave." The master said, rolling his eyes. He could only hope the recommendation given was right.

"As you wish, master." Zephyr took a step back, then turned around and teleported out of the room.

The room was silent again. The master sat down on the couch and rubbed his eyes, his breathing labored.

A sudden rush of pain caused him to cough out blood on his trembling hand.

'Damn you!' He cursed in his thoughts at the cause of his ailment.

"Lyra, I hoped you liked the present I gave you? After what you did to me, you thought you could hide from me after defecting?!" He spoke to himself, laughing maniacally.

"Whoever is with that scroll you stole, must die! It must be dealt with. I must have it!" The master's voice echoed back and forth as he spoke.