The Author's POV

"Ghua!"

Aaron's eyes shot wide open. Clenching onto his heart, Aaron started hyperventilating. He kept breathing, but with each breath he took, he felt this overwhelming sense of death wash over him.

"Haa...haaa..."

Only after taking a couple more breaths did Aaron finally calm down a little.

'What happened to me?'

He looked beneath him, his bedsheets were soaked in his own sweat. Touching his forehead, Aaron wiped his forehead which was dripping with sweat.

Faint memories started to surface inside of his mind as his face paled considerably.

"Ukh..."

Clenching onto his head and letting out a groan, Arron lifted his head and looked around him.

Wooden floor, white walls, and a white ceiling. He was in his own residence.

"Haa...haaa..."

His hyperventilation did not stop as he bit his lips till his lips bled. his body shook all over. Hugging his body, he repeatedly muttered.

"Spar..e..me...spare...me."

He could feel this vivid sense of pain course through his whole body. He just wanted it to stop.

'What is this smell?'

Sniffing around, Aaron suddenly smelled a strong and pungent smell, reminiscent of that of alcohol. Lowering his head, he pulled his shirt and smelled it.

"It's coming from me."

He mumbled underneath his breath. When he realized this, he pulled himself off his bed and moved straight to the mirror.

He stumbled a couple of times, but it wasn't long before he stood face to face with the mirror.

"...I'm still okay?"

Aaron muttered, touching his face and body all over. Though faint, images of different scenarios propped up inside of his mind. Recalling them his body trembled all over.

The pain.

It felt so vivid. As though he had truly experienced it.

Even now, he couldn't quite get rid of the sense he had experienced.

"It was just a dream, just a dream...I must've drank too much...he's dead for sure."

Aaron repeatedly muttered as he stared at himself in the mirror. It had to be that.

The smell of alcohol in the room and the fact that he was still alright were testaments to that. Also, the fact that the person responsible for torturing him was someone who was supposed to be dead, Aaron realized that there were simply too many holes in his dreams to make it seem that what had happened had truly happened.

He laughed.

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"Hahah, it must've been a bad dream."

His laugh was forced, but he was merely trying his best to remain composed.

Although he had no idea about what happened at the party, he was planning on checking later to make sure it really was a dream.

"Fuuuu..."

But just as Aaron had calmed down, and he had managed to convince himself that everything that had happened last night was merely a dream that came as a result of him getting too drunk, from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a small letter by the side of his desk.

"What's this?"

An ominous feeling washed over him as he laid eyes on the letter.

"Huuuu..."

Taking another deep breath to calm his nerves down, Aaron slowly walked toward the letter. Extending his hand which was trembling, he slowly unfurled the letter.

"...Whew."

letter, he realized that it was just a long list of rules regarding the upcoming

his bed, he let out another deep

need to

since waking up, he felt paranoid about everything. Just the

"Ukh!"

sharp pain coursed through the right side of Aaron's head prompting him to flinch slightly. Fortunately, the pain only lasted

the area that

does the side of my head

***

Thump—!

a white towel from

probably forgotten about

passed since the incident. The one where I tortured

was probably thinking something along the lines of, 'Everything I went through is a dream.' or some bullshit like

was exactly what I wanted him to

own self-satisfaction. I had

and the others, we were able to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to make it seem that he really had been

"You're early."

I was in a private training room, near my residence. This was

Amanda's voice rang out. Looking

used to

at my disposal, I told the others that they

everyone expect Melissa who did not want to have anything to do

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells are

used to the mass-changing properties of my sword, I

halfway through my swing, by

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would

Extending her hand, she

her training gear, Amanda had a small hairband on her mouth as she gathered her hair behind her in a ponytail, revealing

should we do

"Yeah."

met up. It was probably the fourth time by now. I was a bit surprised the first time, turns

she was used to ever

very early since her

it was more of a habit I developed when training in the wilderness back in

way, this was

than just training alone. Plus, there were a lot of things that

Nola

and aiming it at me, Amanda's soft

"Are you ready?"

both of my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons

Amanda was helping me

my agility. Not only

a big

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

the string

of light shot out from her bow. Following the first shot, Amanda extended her hand again and pulled the string

her first arrow, two more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my direction. It wasn't long before a

them from the

going to be

set a couple of handicaps on myself for this training. I wasn't allowed to use any skill or any manuals apart from

goal was training my agility, this was the most

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the arrows

my foot onto the ground, I took a step

Xiu!

Moving my hands in front

lost their momentum, I dropped them to the ground

forehead as I found my body progressively getting more and more tired with

wasn't the only thing I was feeling. I could vividly feel myself getting better

across my eyes as I continued to dodge the

to get used to the rhythm and