Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character
Chapter 192 - 192: Ross Agrees?

Ross let out a chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. "You came all the way here, broke in, and made a mess, just to say that? With a face as serious as that? Now I'm sure of it, you really are a madman."

Asher, still leaning against the wall, pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing. "Did you hit your head somewhere?" His voice was laced with genuine concern. "You want them to withdraw from the event? Just like that?"

Both he and Ross stared at Jett as if he had grown a second head. The silence that followed was thick with doubt, their disbelief so evident it almost felt tangible.

Jett, however, remained unfazed. He exhaled slowly and shook his head. "I assure you, I'm perfectly sane. And yes, I meant what I said." His gaze didn't waver from Ross, unwavering and resolute.

Ross leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk as he interlocked his fingers to support his chin. His expression darkened. "So you're threatening me?"

Jett's lips curled into a devilish grin. "This isn't a threat. Think of it more as me doing you a favor."

Ross's patience, already thinning, finally started to snap. His fingers twitched slightly, his body tensing. The aura around him shifted, the once indifferent composure giving way to visible agitation. "I've heard quite enough of your nonsense," he muttered, his voice low but sharp. "Leave now while I'm still being nice."

His tone wasn't just a warning, it was a command.

Yet Jett, ever the defiant one, showed no sign of concern. If anything, he looked amused. He stood up with a casual stretch. "Sure, I'll leave," he said confidently, turning toward the exit

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But before he took a step, he glanced back over his shoulder. His next words came smoothly, yet they cut deep.

"You need to calm down and listen to what I have to say… that is, if you really want to leave Goud for Verena."

Ross visibly stiffened. His breath hitched for just a fraction of a second, but that tiny reaction spoke volumes.

His once composed expression cracked, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "What did you just say?" His voice was laced with something new, urgency, maybe even desperation.

He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "How do you know about that?"

For the first time in their exchange, Ross wasn't the one in control. And Jett knew it.

He clenched his fists beneath the table, an unfamiliar sensation creeping into his mind, one he wasn't accustomed to. Submission. Somehow, Jett had backed him into a corner without even raising a finger. He didn't like it, but he couldn't deny it either.

"Explain." The word came out firm, but there was a trace of reluctance in his tone.

Asher, who had been silent for a while, furrowed his brows. He crossed his arms, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I'm sorry, did I miss something?" he muttered under his breath, completely lost in whatever game Jett and Ross were playing.

Jett, now grinning like a man who had already won, leaned forward, resting an elbow on the armrest of his chair. "I really don't want to go into the details, but something big is going to happen on that day. An intervention from your group could change everything."

Ross's gaze sharpened. "Something big?"

"Just make sure the students in your faction don't participate." Jett's voice took on a casual, almost lazy tone. "Have them save their energy and be ready for anything."

Ross's fingers tapped lightly against the table. His mind raced, weighing the possibilities. "And what exactly is this big thing that's supposed to happen?" His skepticism hadn't disappeared, but Jett had his attention.

Jett exhaled through his nose, as if debating whether to say it. Then, with a sly smirk that made the entire situation feel like a twisted game, he dropped the bombshell.

"Hmm, alright. There's going to be a massive attack during the festival."

The way he said it, like it was nothing more than an amusing twist in a story sent a chill through the room.

Ross's expression darkened. Asher, standing at the side, slowly turned to look at Jett, his jaw tightening.

Jett simply sat there, smirking, as if waiting to see how they would react.

"What proof do you have to back up your claim?" Ross finally asked, his tone measured but edged with skepticism.

Jett leaned back with a casual shrug. "A reliable source," he replied.

Ross nearly choked on the simplicity of that answer. The dismissive excuse irked him, as if Jett expected him to accept such a flimsy justification without question. Ross adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing as he muttered, "And I'm supposed to play along based on that? Do you even hear yourself?"

Jett grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yep, and I'm sure I'd listen to me too," he joked. "I was able to figure out your goal, wasn't I? Just trust me this once."

After a long, thoughtful pause, Ross exhaled deeply. "Let's say I actually decide to do as you say, how does this benefit me?"

Jett's smirk broadened as he stood and casually strolled over to Ross's desk, positioning himself directly opposite. His tone dripped with mock disappointment as he replied, "You're the president of the Majesty Club, use that head that got you into that position and figure it out. Keep in mind, you'll be the first responder."

In that moment, Ross felt an unsettling mix of irritation and reluctant admiration. It was as though Jett had, with a few well-chosen words, managed to seize control of the conversation and, by extension, his attention.

Ross's mind raced, envisioning the impending chaos: the festival descending into turmoil, his own role thrust upon him as the one to manage the fallout. The magnitude of the situation and the potential for it to elevate his stature began to crystallize in his thoughts.

"So that's what you mean. If that's the case, it would benefit me greatly. But then, what do you gain from telling me this?" Ross inquired, his tone softening just a fraction as curiosity edged into his skepticism.

Jett's confident smile returned. "I see you've figured it out," he said coolly. "What I stand to gain? Isn't that obvious? I don't want anything bad to happen to this school."

Before Ross could respond, Asher interjected with a hint of exasperation, "I find it hard to believe the school authorities would let that happen."

"They'll be occupied," Jett replied succinctly, as if the outcome were as certain as daybreak.

The room fell silent for a moment, the implications of Jett's words hanging heavily in the air as both Ross and Asher couldn't believe what they just heard

"Alright, I'll do it," Ross stated, breaking the silence as he extended his hand. With a firm shake, their pact was sealed.

Jett's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gripped Ross's hand, while Asher watched from the sidelines, thinking, 'He's going to accept out of the blue? That's surprising.'

"That's the spirit, you've made the right choice." Jett replied, his tone light as he released the handshake.

"Alright, we'll be going now," Jett said, rising from his seat. He and Asher moved toward the balcony.

They slipped out quietly, moving along the narrow ledge with practiced ease. The cool night air brushed against them as they navigated the outer wall, their steps barely making a sound against the backdrop of the sleeping estate.

As they made their way along the darkened corridors, Jett noticed Asher's lingering suspicion. Sensing his unspoken question, Jett called over his shoulder, "Ask."

After a brief hesitation, Asher muttered, "How much of that was actually bullshit? And why did he accept so easily?"

Jett's smile widened as he replied, "I was being totally honest. And as for why he accepted… let's just say he got served hope on a platter of gold."

"Yeah, right," Asher hissed, his tone laced with disbelief. "I don't want anything bad to happen to this school? Yeah right, and I don't even want to know how you got all that information. Let's just get back already… I'm tired."

Without waiting for a response, Asher leaped off the balcony, disappearing into the darkness. Jett, not one to let him off so easily, started chasing after him.

"Hey! I thought you didn't need sleep," Jett called out, a mix of amusement and frustration in his voice.

"Shut up!" came the sharp retort as Asher's silhouette moved further off.

"You're really going to leave me here."

Unbeknownst to them, as they rushed back toward their dorm, they passed right under the watchful gaze of Gwendolyn, who had trailed them from Ross's office. Her eyes sparkled with quiet amusement as she observed their hurried escape, blending into the shadows as effortlessly as a whisper.

"Just keep observing, I need to know more about the Divine Lord and even more about Jett Grift."

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Still have to wonder what she's planning.

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