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."

of the letter, he

bed, he let out another deep

to stop

paranoid about everything. Just

"Ukh!"

him to flinch slightly. Fortunately, the pain only lasted

area that

the side of my

***

Thump—!

dumbbell onto the ground, I took a white towel

probably forgotten about everything

since the incident.

of, 'Everything

what I wanted him

own self-satisfaction. I had other plans

alibies and evidence to make it seem that he really had been drunk, and everything

"You're early."

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

meters away, Amanda's voice rang

used

room was massive, and it was at my disposal, I told the others that they could

expect Melissa who did not

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

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

if I used the Keiki style and increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing,

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower would not

nodded her head. Extending her hand, she took

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

see, should we do

"Yeah."

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

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

very early since her days were usually very busy with

habit I developed when

way, this was good for

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

Nola and my

it at

"Are you ready?"

of my hands forward, I channeled the wind

Amanda was helping me train

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

was a big

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string

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

and following this more and more quickly headed

them from the distance, my face

is 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

was training my agility,

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the arrows soon materialized in

pressing my foot onto the ground, I took a

Xiu!

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

I dropped them to the ground and

forehead as I found my body progressively getting more and

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

across my eyes as I continued to dodge

to get used to the rhythm and I started to feel