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."

sigh of relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he realized that it was just a

bed, he let out another

need to stop

he felt paranoid about

"Ukh!"

head prompting him to flinch slightly. Fortunately, the pain only lasted

area that hurt,

the side of

***

Thump—!

white towel from the

forgotten about everything that

since the

Aaron was probably thinking something along the lines of,

exactly what I wanted him to

own self-satisfaction. I had other plans for

others, we were able to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to make it

"You're early."

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

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

I'm used

massive, and it was at my disposal, I told the others that they could use it whenever they

everyone expect Melissa who did

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells are pretty

properties of my

the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would

Extending her hand, she took

small hairband on her mouth as she gathered her hair

should we

"Yeah."

and I met up. It was probably the fourth time by

the routine she was used to

had to train very early since her days were usually very

a habit I developed when

way, this was good for

with someone else was a lot more efficient than just training alone. Plus, there were a lot of things that I

Nola and my

her bow and aiming it at

"Are you ready?"

deep breath, extending both of my hands forward, I channeled the wind

me train my reflexes

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

was a big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string

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

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

at them from the distance,

going to

had set a couple of handicaps on myself for this training. I wasn't allowed to use any skill or any manuals apart from the

goal was training my agility, this was the

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the arrows soon materialized

foot onto the ground, I took a

Xiu!

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

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

accumulate on my forehead as I found my

that wasn't the only thing I was feeling. I could vividly feel myself getting

as I continued

to the rhythm and I started to feel at ease