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."

through the contents of the letter, he realized that it was just a long list of rules

his bed, he let out another deep

to stop

up, he felt paranoid about everything. Just

"Ukh!"

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

area that

does the side of my head

***

Thump—!

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

probably forgotten about

two days had passed since the incident.

something along the lines of, 'Everything I went through is a dream.' or some bullshit

I

own self-satisfaction.

and the others, we were able to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to make it seem that he

"You're early."

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

voice rang out. Looking at her, I

used to

my disposal, I told

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

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells

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

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

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower

Extending her hand,

small hairband on her mouth as she gathered her hair

we

"Yeah."

fourth time by now. I was a bit surprised the first time,

routine she was used to ever since taking over the guild

very early since her days were

it was more of a habit I developed when training in the wilderness

was

training alone. Plus, there

regarding Nola and

at me,

"Are you ready?"

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

me train my reflexes and

was my agility.

a big

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string of her

of light shot out from her bow. Following the first shot,

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

them from the distance, my

going to be

training. I wasn't allowed to

my goal was training my agility, this was

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

air like missiles, the arrows soon materialized in front

onto the

Xiu!

my vicinity. Moving my hands in front of me, twisting my heel, I swiftly grabbed the bodies of

after the arrows lost their momentum, I dropped them to the ground and did 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 passing

could vividly

eyes as

I started to get used to the rhythm and I started to feel at ease dodging the