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

on his bed, he let out another deep

need to stop

up, he felt paranoid about everything. Just the slightest thing startled

"Ukh!"

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

that hurt, he

side

***

Thump—!

a large dumbbell onto the ground, I took a white towel

probably forgotten about

passed since the incident. The one where I tortured

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

what I wanted him

something for my own self-satisfaction. I

and evidence to make it seem that he really had been drunk, and everything was just a

"You're early."

training room, near my residence. This was a small perk I got

away, Amanda's voice rang

I'm used

it was at my disposal,

Melissa who did not want to have anything

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells

my sword, I had to resort to this kind of

if I used the 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

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower

head. Extending her hand, she

on her mouth as she gathered her

see, should we

"Yeah."

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

she was used to ever since taking over the guild in her

her days

a habit I developed when training in the wilderness back

was good for

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

Nola and my

and aiming it at me, Amanda's soft voice

"Are you ready?"

deep breath, extending both of my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons inside of my body until a green hue

Amanda was helping me train my reflexes

that I noticed was that one of my lacking aspects was my agility. Not only that, but

big help

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string of

Following the first shot, Amanda extended her hand

and following this more and more quickly headed in

them from the distance,

going

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

agility, this was the most

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

air like missiles, the arrows soon materialized

the

Xiu!

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

them to the ground and

started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my

I could vividly feel myself getting better

across my eyes as I

wasn't long before I started to get used to the