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."

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

bed, he let out another

need to

since waking up, he felt paranoid about

"Ukh!"

head prompting him

that hurt,

the side of my head

***

Thump—!

I took a white

forgotten about

the incident. The

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

what I

something for my own self-satisfaction. I had other plans

create enough alibies and evidence to make it seem that he

"You're early."

my residence. This was a small perk

away, Amanda's voice rang out. Looking at her, I

used

my disposal, I told the others that they could use it whenever they

my offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa who did not want to have anything to do

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells are

properties of my sword, I had to resort to this kind

sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with my movements, my sword would just

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would not

head. Extending her hand, she took

a small hairband on her mouth as she gathered her hair behind her in a ponytail, revealing

should we do the

"Yeah."

the fourth time by now. I was a bit surprised the first time, turns out we both trained at the

was used to ever since

very early since her days were usually very busy

was more of a habit I developed when

way, this was good

someone else was a lot more efficient than just training alone. Plus, there were a lot of things that

regarding Nola

it at me,

"Are you ready?"

breath, extending both of my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons inside of my body

me

my agility. Not only that, but long-ranged opponents were especially hard for me to

was a big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string

shot out from her bow. Following the first

more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my

the distance,

going

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

agility, this was

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the arrows soon

pressing my foot onto the ground, I took

Xiu!

arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving my hands in front

I dropped them to the ground and

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

thing I was feeling. I could vividly feel myself getting better and

across my eyes as I continued to dodge

I started to get used to the