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

bed, he let out another

need to stop

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

"Ukh!"

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

the area that hurt,

side of my head

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Thump—!

the ground, I took a white towel from the side and wiped the sweat

about everything

since the incident. The one

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

exactly what I

torture was merely something for my own self-satisfaction.

others, we were able to somewhat create enough alibies and

"You're early."

room, near my residence. This

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

I'm used

my disposal, I told the others

everyone expect Melissa

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells are

to get used to the mass-changing properties of my

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

her head. Extending her

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

we do

"Yeah."

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

to ever since taking over

since her

more of a habit I developed when training in the wilderness

way, this was good for

alone. Plus, there were a

regarding Nola

her bow and aiming it at me, Amanda's soft voice

"Are you ready?"

channeled the wind psyons inside of my body until a green hue shrouded my

was helping me

I noticed was that one of my lacking aspects was my agility. Not only that, but long-ranged opponents were especially hard for me

a big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string of

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

shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my direction. It wasn't long before a wall made of blue streaks appeared in front

at them from the

going to

myself for this training. I wasn't allowed to use any skill or any manuals apart from the full-body

training my agility,

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

like missiles, the arrows soon materialized in front

pressing my foot onto the

Xiu!

arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving my hands in front of me, twisting my heel, I swiftly grabbed the bodies

I dropped them to the ground and did the same thing

through the endless amount of arrows, sweat started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my body progressively getting more and more tired with each

only thing I was feeling. I could vividly

my eyes as I continued to dodge the

get used to the rhythm and I started to feel