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Zephyr did a double-take on the question, even though he was confused as to why he was picked, but if it meant he could meet the very person who shared the same name as the person he knew in his world, then it was all worth it in the end.

Mr. Zhao shook his head at how well he had been played by these two, wondering why they couldn't be like Solis and Lank.

"Zephyr is here to make sure your mission goes on smoothly." He finally replied.

"I am?" Zephyr questioned in confusion about what was going on, he had never agreed to such a task and he would never do it, not when he didn't even know anyone he would be assigned to if that was the case.

Obsidian wouldn't stand by when he felt something odd about this whole arrangement. He had worked with his teacher to know of the tricks he uses to the detriment of those he targets.

In their case, they could be termed as the targets.

"We don't need a babysitter, and it most certainly isn't him," Obsidian growled, his fangs growing as he prepared to attack.

A white aura outlined Mr. Zhao's body, bringing his hands into a fist. "Would you like to test our abilities? I have always wanted to know to what extent you could go with your training."

Hesitating, Obsidian let out a sigh. Deactivating his ability and shaking his head at the change in favoritism.

"So... It has turned out to be this, teacher?" Obsidian mumbled.

Mr. Zhao's mind was disturbed by the words of Obsidian, but to maintain a neutral ground, he needed to be apathetic about the whole arrangement.

"You have been given the coordinates, you all have a day to complete the task."

Tossing a plain metal twelve inches board towards Nix.

Nix looked down at the board, unsure about what he would do with the board.

"Tap it." Mr. Zhao commanded.

Nix felt like he had some of his brain cells lost at that point. Forgetting even the simplest of things or appliances could never be just that, not while they were in the organization.

Lightly tapping the board, a holographic interface popped up, shocking him slightly. It had a nearly similar make to his system user interface.

"Is there anything wrong?" Lank questioned, placing a hand on Nix's shoulder.

This was the needed boost that jolted him back to reality. Forcing a smile, he shook his head. Scanning through the coordinates quickly, he closed its tab.

"Got it!" Nix smiled.

"Good, so I hope you all get along with Zephyr just well." Mr. Zhao slapped the back of Zephyr and let out a cough.

Zephyr froze, he had seen the hostility in Obsidian's eyes, the unsure looks of the other two and that of Nix were more or less of suspicion.

'Please don't leave me with these ravenous wolves.' Zephyr begged in his heart, reaching out to him with his eyes.

Ignoring the help requested by Zephyr, Mr. Zhao patted his shoulder. "I'm sure you'd do perfectly well, you could as well teleport them to the right destination. I hope to see you all soon."

"What?" Zephyr's lips fell open in shock at his inability to stop this overly dressed man in robes.

'From fire to frying pan, at least I can't be killed, right?'

Zephyr's eyes followed Mr. Zhao, unwilling to tear his gaze away from his movements until he was out of his line of sight.

Hearing a growl behind him, Zephyr stiffly looked behind him, knowing who would be the cause of such an animalistic sound.

"I should tear you in pieces," Obsidian growled, held back by Nix.

Nix couldn't let Obsidian act irrationally, it would disrupt the truth he was trying to get out from this strange male.

'Could he be Drui? Or is this a character which reflects that asshole's personality or thoughts?' Nix thought, his eyes narrowed.

"We don't have time for this." Nix cautioned, "let's save up our energy for the suicide mission."

Zephyr raised his brows to Nix's words, this was another which could point him to the right conclusion.

After they had agreed to his words with a nod, simultaneously they all looked towards Zephyr.

Zephyr's eyes widened at the weird looks his way. He frowned at his inability to understand why the four of them stared at him.

As they all stared at Zephyr, they partially accepted the reason he had been chosen to join the team.

'Teleportation magic.' They all thought in unison.

Obsidian had always developed a slight disdain for Zephyr, he had been one of the very few magic users who had been placed in high reverence in the organization by Mr. Zhao–the very one who despised people of that caliber.

The fact that Zephyr had been recruited at the same moment he had woken to the world inside the organization made his body itch with envy.

The Zephyr he knew was egoistical when those members with much experience in the organization were not present. Readily exercising his authority in the wrong way.

Only Obsidian could see through that double-faced sore for eye silver-haired loser in front of them.

The news of him losing his memory angered him, feeling this was yet another trick he was using to have the others under his wraps.

"Peekaboo, I hope you still know how to do your stuff." Obsidian coughed on the last part.

Zephyr's mind immediately trailed to the steamy night he had with Rumi. How he had repeatedly and subconsciously used his ability then.

His face flushed at the thought, unaware the others looked at him in confusion.

"He's lost it." Lank declared, rolling his eyes at the dazed expression of the male in front of them.

"What the heck is this?" Solis burned in rage at the delay, uncomfortable with the deafening silence. Ever since he had arrived at the organization, he had been in a mood opposite to what he stood for.

"Zephyr, could you please take us to that coordinate?" He nodded towards the board in Nix's hand. "The faster we get the hell back."