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."

relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he

on his bed, he let out another deep

need to

since waking up, he felt paranoid about everything. Just the

"Ukh!"

sharp pain coursed through the right side of Aaron's head prompting him to flinch slightly. Fortunately, the pain only lasted for a brief

the area that hurt,

does the side

***

Thump—!

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

forgotten about

since the incident. The one where I

something along the lines of, 'Everything I went through is a dream.' or some bullshit

was exactly what I wanted

was merely something for my own self-satisfaction. I had

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

"You're early."

near my residence. This was a small perk

meters away, Amanda's voice rang out.

used to

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

took me on my offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa who did not

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells are

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

the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower would not

her hand, she took out her

on her mouth as she

see, should we do the

"Yeah."

the fourth time

was the routine she was used to ever since taking over the guild in her

she had to train very early since her days were usually

habit I developed when training in

was good

than just training alone. Plus, there

Nola

aiming it at

"Are you ready?"

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

helping me train my reflexes

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

big help

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

string of her

her bow. Following the first shot, Amanda

arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my direction. It wasn't long before a

from the

going to be

wasn't

my agility, this was the most appropriate

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

through the air like missiles, the arrows

my foot onto the ground, I

Xiu!

the side of 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 the arrows, disrupting

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

through the endless amount of arrows, sweat started to accumulate on my forehead as I found

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

flashed across my eyes as I continued to

I started to get used to the