Jett blinked, expecting to see the shrug still lingering on the screen but it was gone, as if it had never been there. He stared, unconvinced. "Nope, I'm pretty sure you just shrugged at me," he muttered, trying to reassure himself. "I haven't stayed here long enough to go crazy."
One of the guards overheard and snickered, calling out, "You sure about that!?" His laughter echoed down the hall, and the other guards joined in, thoroughly entertained by what they assumed was Jett's slow descent into madness.
'Right,' Jett sighed to himself. 'I'm talking to myself.'
Shaking his head, he turned back to the screen. His gaze sharpened as he analyzed the options. 'You never intended for me to choose Lumix,' he thought with a subtle smirk. 'If you're toying with me, I'll play along.'
With newfound determination, he selected Aura and Mana. Instantly, a new notification blinked in front of him.
[[Congratulations]]
[[You have chosen Aura and Mana]]
[[Dropping the technique. Please hold...]]
Before he could react, a scroll appeared, hovering in the air before him. His excitement dimmed a little at the sight. "A scroll? Really?" he muttered, rolling his eyes as he reached for it. 'Alright, let's see...'
The screen pulsed with another notification just as he began to unfurl it.
[[The technique has been tailor-made for this user.]]
[[Just read it. No need to memorize.]]
"Huh." Jett let out a sigh of relief. "So you're just spamming me with messages today, huh?"
As soon as he opened the scroll, a brilliant, blinding light burst forth, engulfing him entirely. He didn't even have time to process what was going on before his vision went dark, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
*****
"Ugh... my head." Jett groaned, clutching his temples as he slowly blinked awake, feeling as if a thousand needles were stabbing through his mind. The pounding was relentless, but as he tried to shake off the pain and sit up, he froze, suddenly aware of his surroundings.
Everything around him was an endless void, an expanse of nothingness stretching as far as he could see. It was hauntingly familiar, this was the same empty space he'd somehow stumbled into last time by mistake. And now, inexplicably, he was back.
"How am I here again? Did I... die or something?" He rubbed his face in frustration, groaning at the realization. "If I'm here, then... that bastard's also here."
Jett ducked instinctively, bracing himself with his arms over his head, only to peek out and see the man pausing mid-swing. The old man gave a small, indignant cough and lowered his hand, struggling to compose himself.
"Anyways," he said, clearing his throat as he steadied his tone, "do you feel a slight headache?"
"Slight?" Jett retorted, rubbing his temples. "I feel like someone detonated a bomb in my skull!" He let out a groan, his frustration obvious.
"Wow, is that so? You really are talentless," the man said, his face twisted in utter disappointment.
Jett felt a pang of irritation at the comment, his jaw clenching. For a moment, the words stung, the weight of the insult settling in. 'Talentless?' He bristled at the accusation, but quickly masked his frustration with a forced, casual shrug.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Jett muttered, pushing past the insult as he glanced around, searching for his sword. "If that's all, then..."
The man raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for my sword," Jett replied, pointedly avoiding eye contact.
"Why?" The man's confusion was apparent.
A smirk crossed Jett's face. "You said if I die here, I'll be sent back, right?"
The man sighed, shaking his head with a look of pure exasperation. "Wow. Talentless and dumb. Could you be any more disappointing?"
Jett rolled his eyes, muttering, "I'm not even going to reply to that." Then he noticed the scroll still in the man's hands. 'Right,' he thought, 'that scroll. He was able to read it without any issues.'
His headache throbbed anew, like a relentless drumbeat behind his eyes, but he pushed through it, focusing on the possibility. 'I guess I have nothing to lose. What's the worse that could happen?'
Jett activated his skill. "[Copy Skill]!" But then a message appeared, echoing in his mind.
[Notice... Notice... Skill Copy has been temporarily restricted.]
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