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."

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

bed,

need to

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

"Ukh!"

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

the area that hurt,

the side

***

Thump—!

onto the ground, I took a white

about

days had passed since the

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

was exactly what I

my own

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

"You're early."

in a private training room, near my residence. This was

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

used

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

my offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa who

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells are

my sword, I

I used the Keiki style and increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would

head. Extending her hand, she

Amanda had a small hairband on her mouth as she gathered

we do the

"Yeah."

the first time that Amanda and I met up. It was probably the fourth time by now. I

was used to ever since taking over the guild in her father's

train very early since her days were usually

me, it was more of a habit I developed when training in the wilderness

this was good

training alone. Plus,

Nola and my

and aiming it at me, Amanda's soft voice

"Are you ready?"

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

now, Amanda was helping me train my reflexes and

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

was a big help

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

the string of

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

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

at them from the

is going to be

this training. I wasn't allowed to use any skill or any manuals apart

agility, this was the most appropriate

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

like missiles, the arrows soon materialized in

foot onto the ground, I took a

Xiu!

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

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

through the endless amount of arrows, sweat started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my body progressively getting more and more

could vividly feel

flashed across my eyes as I continued to dodge the

the rhythm and I started to feel at ease dodging