Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Chapter 158 Dream inside a Dream?

[Notice... Notice... Skill Copy has been temporarily restricted.]

Jett's eyes widened in shock. 'What? Why?' He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the message. Was it because he was inside this strange space?

He glanced at the man, who was still engrossed in the scroll, his fingers carefully tracing the lines of text. The man didn't seem to care about Jett's frustration, though after a moment, he looked up and gave Jett a long, piercing stare. The silence stretched, and the intensity of the man's gaze made Jett shift uncomfortably, a slight chill creeping down his spine.

Finally, the man broke the silence. "Before we start, I need you to tell me something..." He paused, his tone serious. "What level are you? Is your HP over 300?"

Jett blinked, unsure why the man was asking. Still, there didn't seem to be any harm in answering honestly. "Level 102, and yeah, my HP is over 300."

As he said this, Jett recalled spending some points on it during his last stat update. "570 to be precise," he thought. 'But why is he even asking?'

The man's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped slightly in astonishment. "102!?" he screeched, practically lunging toward Jett. "Seventy to eighty would be normal given the circumstances, but 102? That's just... abnormal! How are you gaining that many levels?"

Jett shrugged, scratching the back of his head. "Lucky, I guess. Plus, there's this trial thing that always gives me a level every time I pass it."

The man waved dismissively, clearly unimpressed by the explanation. "Yes, yes, I know about the trials."

Jett raised an eyebrow, intrigued now. "And how would you know that?"

The man smirked, glancing back at the scroll as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Why wouldn't I know? I helped create those trials," he said nonchalantly. "Now that I think about it... the levels idea was originally mine."

The man's words hit Jett like a rock, the weight of the revelation settling in. He was literally standing next to the very person who had created the trials, the stressful activities he had endured time and again. His fists clenched at the thought.

"So you're the bastard that made this hellhole?" Jett sighed, his voice laced with frustration and anger.

"Yes," the man replied with a resigned sigh, his mood shifting to something more somber. "I and my siblings."

Jett fell silent, his mind spiraling into a whirlwind of thoughts. 'What kind of being could create something so insane? Trials that push you to the brink of your limits and still reward you with levels...' His train of thought paused as a realization struck him. "Wait... you have thirteen siblings?"

"Had," the man corrected, his tone shaded with an emotion Jett couldn't quite place. "I had siblings."

"Oh, damn..." Jett muttered awkwardly. "I gotta say, you don't really look..."

The vertigo that had plagued him earlier had subsided, leaving only a dull ache in its wake. He glanced around, disoriented but far more grounded than before.

"A dream inside a dream. That's a new one," the man mocked, his lips curling into a smirk.

Jett shot him a glare but quickly sighed, his frustration giving way to curiosity. "I'd love to ask what you actually did to me, but..." He paused, frowning. "Strangely enough, I already get the gist of it."

The realization left him both annoyed and relieved. He wanted to be mad but had no grounds for it, which only added to his frustration. But then, another thought struck him.

"Hey, old man," Jett said, his tone sharper now.

"What is it?" the man replied, impatience creeping into his voice.

"Seems like I'll be seeing you more often, even though I'm not exactly looking forward to it. So..." Jett trailed off, exhaling heavily.

"Alright, Jett Grift," the man interrupted before he could finish. "Call me Void."

"Void, huh..." Jett repeated, narrowing his eyes. Something about the name felt ominous. But as he pondered it, another realization hit him. His brows furrowed in suspicion. "Wait a second..." His eyes widened. "I never told you my..."

Before Jett could finish his sentence, a sharp, whistling sound cut through the air.

CRACK!!!

A fast-moving projectile drilled through Jett's skull with precision, the force of it snapping his head back.

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as his body went limp, falling backward into the void.

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A second time?

So rude ಠ_ಠ