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 relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he realized that it

back down on his bed, he let out another

to stop

paranoid about everything.

"Ukh!"

pain coursed through the right side of Aaron's head prompting him to flinch

area that

does the side of my head

***

Thump—!

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

about everything

had passed since the incident. The one where I tortured

along the lines of, 'Everything I went through is a dream.'

was exactly what I wanted

for my own

aid of Douglas and the others, we were able to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to

"You're early."

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

away, Amanda's voice rang out. Looking

I'm used

the training room was massive, and it was at my disposal, I told the others

offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

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

style and increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with my movements, my sword

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would not

nodded her head. Extending her hand,

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

should we do the

"Yeah."

the fourth time by now. I was a

used to ever

to train very early since her days were usually very busy with

I developed when training in the

this was

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

regarding Nola and my

at me, Amanda's soft voice rang

"Are you ready?"

I channeled the wind psyons inside of

Amanda was helping me train

was my agility. Not only that, but long-ranged

big help

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

string of

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

she shot her first arrow, two more arrows 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 of

at them from the distance, my

is going

for this training. I wasn't allowed to use any skill or any manuals

agility, this was the most

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

air 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 of the arrows,

them to the ground and did the same thing for the next few

sweat started to accumulate on my forehead as I

the only thing I was feeling. I could vividly feel

flashed across my eyes as I continued to

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