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

back down on his bed, he let out

to

he felt paranoid about everything. Just the slightest thing startled

"Ukh!"

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

that hurt, he

does the side of my

***

Thump—!

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

probably forgotten about everything that

since the incident. The

of, 'Everything I went through

was exactly what I wanted him to

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

to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to make it seem that

"You're early."

residence. This was a small perk I got thanks to

100 meters away, Amanda's voice rang out.

I'm used

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

Well, everyone expect Melissa

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells

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

the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with my

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would

head. Extending her hand, she took out

as she gathered her hair behind her

see, should we do

"Yeah."

and I met up. It was probably the fourth time by now. I was a bit surprised the first time, turns out we both

her, this was the routine she was used to ever since taking over

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

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

way, this was good

lot more efficient than just training alone. Plus, there were a lot of things that I wanted to ask of

Nola and my

bow and aiming it at me, Amanda's soft voice rang

"Are you ready?"

my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons inside

helping me train

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

was a big help

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

string

translucent blue streak of light shot out from her bow. Following the first

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

at them from the distance, my face

going to be

I wasn't allowed to use any skill or

goal was training my agility, this was the most appropriate

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

through the air like missiles, the arrows soon

the ground, I took

Xiu!

in my vicinity. Moving my hands in front of me, twisting my heel, I swiftly grabbed the bodies of the arrows, disrupting their

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

as I found my body progressively

the only thing I was feeling. I could vividly feel myself

across my eyes as I continued

the rhythm and I started to feel at ease dodging