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."

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

back down on his bed,

need to stop

felt paranoid about everything. Just the slightest thing startled

"Ukh!"

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

the area that hurt, he

does the side of

***

Thump—!

a white towel

about everything that

had passed since the incident. The one where I tortured

the moment, Aaron was probably thinking something along the lines of, 'Everything I went

exactly what I wanted

my own self-satisfaction. I had other plans

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

"You're early."

a private training room, near my residence. This

voice rang out.

used

training room was massive, and it was at my disposal,

Melissa who did not want to have anything to do with

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells are

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

Keiki style and increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with my movements, my sword would just drop to the ground

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower

her head. Extending her hand, she

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

we

"Yeah."

the first 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 same

she was used to ever

her days were

of a habit I developed when

way, this was good

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

regarding Nola

aiming it at me, Amanda's soft voice

"Are you ready?"

I channeled the wind psyons inside of my body until a green hue

me

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

a big help

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

string of

her bow. Following the first

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

from the distance,

going to

I wasn't allowed

my goal was training my agility, this was the most

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the air like missiles, the arrows soon materialized in

onto the ground, I

Xiu!

the side of my cheek. Following that arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving my

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

as I found my body progressively getting more

only thing I was feeling. I could vividly

my eyes as

wasn't long before I started to get used to the rhythm and