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."

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

back down on his bed, he

need to stop

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

"Ukh!"

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

the area that hurt, he

does the side of

***

Thump—!

a large dumbbell onto the ground, I took a white towel from the

forgotten about everything that

the incident. The one

thinking something along the lines of, 'Everything I went through is

what I wanted

for my own

enough alibies and evidence to

"You're early."

near my residence. This was a small perk I got thanks

meters away, Amanda's voice rang out. Looking

used to

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

on my offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells are

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

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

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would not

head. Extending her hand, she took out her

had a small hairband on her mouth as

we do the

"Yeah."

the fourth time by

this was the routine she was used to ever since taking over the

had to train very early since her days were usually

I developed when training in the wilderness back in

this was good

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

Nola and

at

"Are you ready?"

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

me train my reflexes

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

a big

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string of

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

after 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

at them from the distance, my

going

set a couple of handicaps on myself for this training. I wasn't allowed to use any skill

training my agility, this was the most

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

like missiles, the

foot onto the ground, I took a

Xiu!

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

the ground and did the same thing

forehead as I found my body progressively

the only thing I was feeling. I could vividly feel

across my eyes as I continued to

the rhythm and