The bodyguard pushed a chair forward and signalled for Jett to sit in it. The latter didn't object. “Good, I want you to be one of the forgers that work for me. As you have probably heard the Bjorn Initiative is the highest tower one can reach across this entire western district. There is no other one. And you see we Westerners have to stick together and become powerful enough to challenge and stay in power within the stronghold.” The man looked at Jett's indifferent face. He couldn't care less about the district or its rulers, all he wanted was to be left alone to carve out his revenge on Zach and Monica. All this crap about some silly propaganda was starting to annoy him but he kept quiet. “You don't seem interested in anything I just said, do you?” Bjorn asked.‘No.” Jett replied simply. Then Jett mentally spoke to Heron. “Give me a complete stat of that woman!” He'd been curious about the bodyguard.|||Subject Profile|||[Name: Jaba ‘L Roy[Age: 27][Species: Talented Human][

Being called one of the crazies immediately sent a worrying signal to Jett. So he lunged after the boys.“Hey, what do you mean I am one of the crazies. I am not crazy!” He yelled. “Well, if you are not, I advise you to change your house. Only the truly insane stay in that House.” one of the other boys said. Jett shook his head and studied the map. After a while he could make a sense of the direction so he began to follow it. “*Seems you are the only one who is in the crazy house.*” Heron's soft voice hummed in his ears.“What does that mean?” He demanded.“*I mean there is no one following this route.*” she said. “Well, while I walk, can you show me an update of my status window?” He demanded. It's been three weeks since he spoke to Bjorn and since then, he'd been training rigorously with the system's routine. So over that time he'd improved a bit. Jett wondered how powerful he could get with the system, if he was already A Class without him filling his progress halfway yet. ||

The instructor was a woman with silver-streaked hair pulled back so tight it looked painful. She introduced herself as Madam Cors and immediately launched into what felt like a prepared speech she had given so many times it had lost all enthusiasm."Artificers are the rarest of the four talent classes," she began, pacing the platform with her hands clasped behind her back. "Where Reapers are forged by the body and Analysts by the mind, an Artificer's power lives in the space between intention and material. You do not simply build. You impose your will onto matter itself."Red was already writing. His pen danced on the paper like it was a marathon. Jett on the other hand was lost from the entire class, he was having a completely different conversation."*If you want to forge from the pack of cards, you need a base material that can actually hold an edge,*" Heron said. "*Cards are paper. Paper does not count as a weapon.*""The forge metal changes the base material," Jett thought back.

Jett hadn't expected a confrontation this soon. He'd expected them to get at least one more day of grace before anyone decided to stand up to them. Apparently the elite block didn't believe in patience.Red's fists were already curled at his sides. Jett didn't bother folding his own. The upperclassman in front of them wasn't their age. He was older and broader. He was so comfortable with the situation that it felt like he had been doing it for a long time."You disobeyed the seating metric," the upperclassman said, stepping closer. “I want to know why."Neither of them answered.He didn't seem bothered by the silence. If anything, he looked like he'd expected it and was glad for the excuse to keep talking. "Let me explain something to you both, since apparently first years arrive here without a single working brain cell between them." He clasped his hands behind his back, falling into rhythm. Jett had never met someone who enjoyed the sound of his own voice like him. "Hierarchy is not

Orz didn't speak immediately. He assessed them with a grin while they arranged themselves into a rough line without being told. The man had a gravity to him that made instructions feel redundant.He walked the length of the line slowly, hands behind his back. "I have been watching all of you since you arrived." he said finally. “I put you next to the people you are unfamiliar with or have declared enmity towards." He stopped at the center of the line. "The purpose of today's examination was not to test your individual ability. It was to test whether you understood the most basic principle of survival." He let that land. "You do not."A few students shifted and a subtle murmur rose among the students.Orz's eyes moved to the end of the line and settled. "Ghalkan. Kwon. Step forward."Jett stepped out. Valentine did the same from further down the line.Orz looked between them. "Come at me. Together."Valentine glanced sideways at Jett once. Then he turned back to Orz and adjusted his gr