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

on his bed, he let

need to stop

paranoid about everything.

"Ukh!"

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

the area that hurt, he

side of my

***

Thump—!

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

forgotten about everything

days had passed since the incident. The one

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

what I wanted him to

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

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

"You're early."

a private training room, near my residence. This was a

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

used to

at my disposal, I

everyone took me on my offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa who did

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

to get used to the mass-changing properties of my sword, I

the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower

her head. Extending her hand, she took out

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

we

"Yeah."

time 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 at the

was used to ever since taking over the guild in her father's

very early since her

habit I developed when training in the wilderness back in

this was good for

Plus, there were a lot of things

Nola and my

at me,

"Are you ready?"

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

Amanda was helping me train my reflexes and

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

big

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string of

Following the first shot, Amanda extended her hand again and pulled the string again

she shot her first arrow, two more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my direction. It wasn't

them from the

is going to

myself for this training. I wasn't allowed to use any

was training my agility, this was the most

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the air like missiles, the

foot onto the

Xiu!

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

lost their momentum, I dropped them to the ground and did the same thing for the next few

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

vividly feel myself getting better and better at moving in

across my eyes as

get used to the