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."

breathed a sigh of relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he realized that it was just a

bed, he let out

need to stop

about everything. Just the slightest thing startled

"Ukh!"

right side of Aaron's head prompting him

area that hurt,

side

***

Thump—!

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

probably forgotten about everything

since the

along the lines of, 'Everything I went through is a

was exactly what I

something for my own self-satisfaction. I had other

were able to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence

"You're early."

training room, near my residence. This was a small perk I

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

used

and it was at my disposal, I told

expect Melissa who did not want to have

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells

of my sword, I had to resort

sword halfway through my swing,

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would

nodded her head. Extending her hand, she took

on her mouth as she gathered her hair behind her in a ponytail, revealing her

should we

"Yeah."

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

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

she had to train very early since her days

more of a habit I developed when

was

with someone else was a lot more efficient than just training alone. Plus, there were a lot of

regarding Nola and my

her bow and aiming it at me, Amanda's soft

"Are you ready?"

channeled the wind psyons inside of my body until a

Amanda was helping me train

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

a big

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

the string

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

and more quickly headed in my direction.

at them from the distance, my face turned

going

on myself for this training. I wasn't allowed to use any skill or any

my agility,

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

like missiles, the arrows soon materialized in

onto the

Xiu!

arrived in my vicinity. Moving my hands in

their momentum, I dropped them to the ground and

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

wasn't the only thing I was feeling. I could vividly feel myself getting better and better

flashed across my eyes as I continued

get used to the