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."

the letter, he realized that it was

back down on his bed, he let out another deep

need to

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

"Ukh!"

him to flinch slightly. Fortunately, the

area that

side

***

Thump—!

a white towel

forgotten about everything that

passed since the incident. The one where I

the moment, Aaron was probably thinking something along the lines of, 'Everything I went through is a dream.' or some bullshit

was exactly what I wanted him

something for my own self-satisfaction. I had

and the others, we were able to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to make it seem that he

"You're early."

I was in a private training room, near my residence. This was a small perk I got thanks

voice rang out. Looking at her,

used

it was at my disposal, I told the others that they

took me on my offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa who did not want to have anything to do

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

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

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

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower would not

head. Extending her hand, she

a small hairband on her mouth as she gathered her hair behind her in a

should we do the

"Yeah."

actually not the first time that Amanda and I met up. It was probably the fourth time by now. I

used to ever since taking over

since her

was more of a habit I developed when training in the wilderness back in

way, this was

Plus, there

regarding Nola and

and aiming it at me, Amanda's

"Are you ready?"

my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons inside of my body until a green hue shrouded

Amanda was helping me

was my agility.

a big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string of

the first shot, Amanda extended her hand again and pulled

more

them from the distance, my face turned

is going to be

on myself for this training. I wasn't allowed to

my goal was training my agility,

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

like missiles, the arrows soon materialized in front

my foot onto the ground, I took a step

Xiu!

past 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

I dropped them to the ground and did the same

forehead as I found my body progressively getting more and more tired with each

I was feeling. I could vividly

my eyes as I continued to dodge the

to the rhythm and I