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."

a sigh of relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he realized

on his bed, he let

need to

waking up, he felt paranoid about everything.

"Ukh!"

him to flinch slightly. Fortunately, the pain only lasted for a

area that hurt, he

the side of my

***

Thump—!

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

probably forgotten about everything

passed since the incident.

thinking something along the lines of, 'Everything

what I

something for my own

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

"You're early."

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

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

used to

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

took me on my offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa who did not want to have anything to do

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells are pretty

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

my swing, by the

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would

head. Extending her

on her mouth as she gathered

see, should we

"Yeah."

was probably the fourth time by now. I was

the routine she was used to ever since

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

habit I developed when training in the

way, this was

just training alone. Plus, there were a lot of things that I wanted

regarding Nola and my

bow and aiming it at me, Amanda's

"Are you ready?"

forward, I channeled the wind psyons

me train

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

was a big

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

the string

her bow. Following the first shot, Amanda extended her hand again and pulled the string again before releasing

first arrow, two more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my

at them from the distance, my

is going to be

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

my agility, this

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the arrows soon materialized in

onto the ground, I took a step

Xiu!

arrow brushed past the side of my cheek. Following that arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving my hands in front of me, twisting my

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

started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my body progressively getting more and

was feeling. I could vividly feel myself getting better and better at moving in

across my eyes as

long before I started to get used to the rhythm and I started