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

back down on his bed, he let out

to stop

up, he felt paranoid about everything. Just the

"Ukh!"

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

area that hurt,

does the side of my head

***

Thump—!

onto the ground, I took a white

about

had passed since the incident. The

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

I

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

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

"You're early."

in a private training room, near my residence.

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

I'm used

disposal, I told the others that they could use it whenever

everyone took me on my offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells are

order to get used to the mass-changing properties of my sword, I

swing, by the time I was done with my movements,

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower would

head. Extending her hand,

gear, Amanda had a small hairband on her mouth as she

should we do

"Yeah."

met up. It was probably the fourth time by now. I was

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

had to train very early since her days were

it was more of a habit I developed when training

was good for

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

regarding Nola

and aiming it at me,

"Are you ready?"

deep breath, extending both of my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons inside of my body until a green

now, Amanda was helping me train my

that I noticed was that one of my lacking aspects was my agility. Not only that, but long-ranged opponents were

big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

the string of

bow. Following the first shot, Amanda extended her hand

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

at them from the distance, my

is going to be

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

my goal was training my agility, this was the most appropriate

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

through the air like missiles, the arrows soon

onto the

Xiu!

that arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving my hands in front of me, twisting my heel, I swiftly grabbed the

them to the ground and did

forehead as I found my

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

my eyes as I

get used to the rhythm and I