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."

a sigh of relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he

bed,

need to

since waking up, he felt paranoid about everything. Just

"Ukh!"

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

that

does the side of my

***

Thump—!

a large dumbbell onto the ground, I took a white towel

probably forgotten about

had passed since the incident. The one where

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

exactly what I wanted him to

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

enough alibies and evidence

"You're early."

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

meters away, Amanda's voice rang out.

I'm used to

my disposal, I

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

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

my sword, I had to resort to

I used the Keiki style and increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with my movements, my sword would just drop to the ground and an opening

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower would not

head. Extending her hand, she

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

see, should we do the

"Yeah."

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

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

early since her days were usually very

of a habit I developed

this was

Plus,

Nola and my

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

"Are you ready?"

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

Amanda was helping me train my reflexes

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

a big

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

the string

from her bow. Following the first shot, Amanda extended her hand again and pulled the string

first arrow, two more 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

the distance, my

going to be

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

my agility, this was the most

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

air like missiles, the arrows soon materialized in front of

onto the

Xiu!

arrow brushed 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

their momentum, I dropped them to the ground

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

across my eyes as

to get used to the rhythm and I started to feel