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."

sigh of relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he realized that it was just a long

on his bed, he let out another

to

felt paranoid about everything.

"Ukh!"

side of Aaron's head prompting him to flinch slightly. Fortunately,

that hurt, he

does the side of my

***

Thump—!

I took a white towel from the side

about everything that has

passed since the incident. The one where

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

exactly what I

torture was merely something for my own self-satisfaction. I had

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

"You're early."

room, near my residence. This was a small perk I got thanks to the

100 meters away, Amanda's voice rang out. Looking

I'm used

training room was massive, and it was at my disposal, I told the others

expect Melissa who did not want to have

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells are

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

Keiki style and increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with my movements, my sword would just

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower would

head. Extending her hand, she took

small hairband on her mouth as she gathered

should we

"Yeah."

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

was used to ever since taking over the

train very early since her days were

of a habit I developed when training

this was good for

Plus, there were a lot of

Nola and

at me,

"Are you ready?"

my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons inside of my body until a green hue shrouded my

me train my reflexes

my lacking aspects was my agility. Not only that, but

big help

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

the string

shot out from her bow. Following the first shot, Amanda extended her hand again

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

at them from the

is going

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

agility,

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the air like missiles, the arrows

the

Xiu!

of my cheek. Following that arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving my hands in front

their momentum, I dropped them to the ground and did

amount of arrows, sweat started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my body progressively

I was feeling. I could vividly feel myself getting better and better at moving

flashed across my eyes as

to get used to the rhythm and I started to feel at ease dodging