Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character
Chapter 189 - 189: Help me out

Jett leaned against the wall, casually dusting off his sleeves as he watched Asher step fully into the light.

"Busy, huh? Busy hiding in the shadows and throwing knives at people? Must be exhausting." Jett's grin widened, the mischievous glint in his eyes daring Asher to react.

Asher crossed his arms, his sharp gaze locked on Jett. "Spit it out, or leave. I don't have time for your games."

Jett waved the letter in his hand, his movements exaggerated with mock nonchalance. "Relax, I came with an actual reason. Turns out an important guy sent me an invitation. Figured I'd drop by and see what you make of this."

The mention of the invitation drew a slight twitch from Asher's brow. "Ross?" he asked, already exasperated as he took the letter Jett offered.

His eyes darted over the text, his expression darkening with every line. By the time he finished, he handed it back with a scoff. "Why bother me with this nonsense? Didn't they already say you're not club material?"

Jett chuckled, slipping the letter back into his pocket. "But that wasn't Ross now, was it?"

Asher's voice turned dry, laced with skepticism. "So you plan on intentionally throwing yourself into a pointless power struggle to prove a point because, what? Their rejection hurt your ego?"

Jett got defensive, placing a hand over his chest. "That's a wild accusation." He pushed off the wall and started pacing, his steps measured, his tone light but calculated. "I'm just curious why there'd be any conflict tied to me. Sure, I get the main reason, a few people probably can't stand me being there, but why would Ross personally bother trying to recruit me?"

Asher's expression didn't shift, but his silence lingered just long enough to speak volumes.

With a resigned sigh, he finally spoke. "You dirty bastard. You're here because you need someone to help you figure out which dorm he stays at. That's why you're pestering me." His tone was even, though the faintest trace of annoyance laced his words. "And for the record, I think it's a terrible idea."

Jett tilted his head, his grin widening as he studied Asher's reaction. "You're thinking something, aren't you? Spill it."

Asher pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly debating whether to engage. Finally, he let out a long breath. "Haven't you realized that every time you drag any of us into one of your self-proclaimed missions, things always spiral out of control?"

"That's not true," Jett said defensively, crossing his arms. "Name one time."

"Oh, I don't know," Asher began, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe when you tried teaching Freya how her powers could be used? Not that you actually taught her anything. You almost killed her."

Jett scratched the back of his head, a nervous grin creeping onto his face. "Come on, you've got to admit, that kind of training is highly effective and there's no way I would actually let her get hurt."

'And that's why I didn't interfere.' Asher's glare didn't waver. "Then there's breaking into the hidden section of the library with Freya. Or maybe sending Finn to an early grave. And bringing him back to life? The least you could've done."

Jett raised a finger in protest. "In my defense, she followed me, it wasn't my fault plus I kept her away from anything dangerous, you've got to give me credit for that. And the thing with Finn was... well..." He trailed off, his expression shifting as realization dawned on him. "Wait a second. How the hell do you even know about that?"

Asher crossed his arms as he watched Jett try to figure it out. "The library part is obvious. You're Freya's unofficial bodyguard, so you've been running surveillance around her like a shadow. But Finn, you were nowhere near ?"

He tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You're right… I wasn't there. So how did I know?"

Jett's eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across his face. "Exactly. You weren't anywhere near the scene of the crime, so how?."

"Finn you dumbass," Asher replied with a disappointed sigh, shaking his head. "Your secrets aren't safe if someone flashes the right price. I got curious about the way he acted around you most of the time like he really resented you. A few gestures, a bit of persuasion, and he sang like a canary."

Jett groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "That traitor. It was for a necessary cause, though! But, to be fair, I didn't expect it to go down quite like that."

"I know. Let's shove that aside for now." Asher's expression shifted to something more neutral, though his tone carried the weight of his words. "The point is, you're a ticking time bomb, literally and figuratively. Your judgment is clouded far too often by your ego. And you seem to know more about this world than you should."

Jett straightened, folding his arms across his chest, his tone turning defensive. "That's because I do know more. It's not ego, it's foresight. I have a knack for seeing what others can't, and you know it."

Asher's gaze didn't soften. "A knack, sure. But even foresight can't fix the messes you leave in your wake. What happens when your 'foresight' pushes too far and gets someone killed for good? What then, Jett?"

'I'll never let that happen,' Jett paused, his smirk faltering just enough for a flicker of doubt to show before he covered it up with his usual bravado. "If that day ever comes, I'll deal with it. But until then, I'm doing what I do best, keeping things interesting."

"So, are you going to help me or not?" Jett crossed his arms, tapping a finger against his elbow, impatience written all over his face.

Asher exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I have no interest in playing your game." He turned to leave, but paused just before stepping away. "But I do have a question for you."

Jett leaned casually against the wall, his smirk unwavering. "Ask me anything."

Asher glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing. "Why would anyone in the Majesty Club hate you so much that they'd reject you without ever meeting you?" He bent down, collecting the knives he'd thrown at Jett, his movements slow and deliberate.

Jett tilted his head, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "The only reason I can think of is that someone high up in their ranks must be a Dyno." He paused, as if searching his mind for another explanation, but then shrugged. "Yeah, that's it. They can't stand the fact that I'm still breathing."

Asher froze mid-motion, his hand hovering just above one of the knives. His entire body stiffened as the name registered.

"Dyno?" His voice was sharp, almost disbelieving. He stood upright and turned toward Jett, his expression dark. "As in the Dyno family?"

Jett raised an eyebrow at Asher's reaction, but his tone remained nonchalant. "The one and only."

Asher's steps quickened as he closed the distance between them, his face a mixture of shock and concern. "What did you do to make them hate you?"

Jett chuckled dryly, looking off to the side. "I existed."

Asher wasn't amused. His hand shot out, grabbing Jett by the collar. "Quit joking around and tell me the truth." He gave Jett a firm shake, his voice rising. "You have no idea how dangerous they are! The Dynos don't just hate people for existing. What did you do to get on their radar? Even if it's just these guys at the Academy, this isn't something you can brush off!"

Jett's smirk wavered, replaced by a faint flicker of annoyance. He placed his hands on Asher's wrists, gently but firmly pushing them away. "Relax, Asher." His voice lowered, laced with a seriousness that wasn't often heard. "It's not something I did, it's something I am. And if they're still hung up about it, that's their problem, not mine.

"Then just tell me."

"Alright, alright," Jett pleaded, gripping Asher's wrist with a nervous grin. "My mom's from the Dyno family. They hate that she got together with my dad and had me and my sister."

Asher froze, his jaw tightening. "You… with the Dynos?"

"Yes." Jett's smile turned awkward as he avoided Asher's gaze.

"You're related to them?" Asher asked again, his voice edged with disbelief.

"Yes!" Jett groaned, clearly annoyed. "Please, don't make this a thing."

Asher stared at him, processing the revelation. "So… do they know about this?"

Jett rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Well, obviously. Why else would they act the way they do?" He crossed his arms, as though daring Asher to ask something even more obvious.

Asher's expression darkened, a flicker of realization crossing his face. "I'm not talking about the Dynos… I mean…" He paused, his sharp gaze fixing on Jett. "You… don't even know, do you?"

Jett straightened, his curiosity piqued. "Know what? Come on, tell me. Now I'm interested."

Asher's smirk returned, his demeanor shifting back to calm indifference. "Forget it. I'll help you out. Meet me in my room tonight." With that, he stepped back into the shadows, his form vanishing seamlessly into the darkness.

Asher's voice echoed faintly, low and amused. "He doesn't even know how this directly affects him. This'll be fun to watch. Keeping things interesting, he's not wrong about that."

Jett stared at the empty space Asher left behind, his brows furrowing. "He drops a bomb like that and just disappears without explaining anything. Typical."

With a frustrated sigh, Jett turned on his heel and strode toward the door. His thoughts swirled, equal parts annoyed and intrigued. Whatever Asher had implied, it wasn't something Jett could ignore now, not with the way he'd said it.

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Any idea's what Asher was going on about?