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

his bed, he let out another deep

to

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

"Ukh!"

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

area that

does the side of

***

Thump—!

dumbbell onto the ground, I took a white

forgotten about everything

passed since the incident. The

Aaron was probably thinking something along the lines of, 'Everything

was exactly what I wanted

my own self-satisfaction.

to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to make it seem

"You're early."

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

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

I'm used to

disposal, I told the others that

offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa who did not want to

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells are

of my sword, I had to resort to this kind of muscle

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

nodded her head. Extending her

her training gear, Amanda had a small hairband on her mouth as she gathered her hair behind her in a

see, should we do the

"Yeah."

time by now. I was a bit surprised the first

was the routine she was used to ever since taking over

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

a habit I developed when training in the

this was good for

Plus, there were a lot of things that I

regarding Nola

it at

"Are you ready?"

breath, extending both of my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons inside of

helping me train my

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

big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

string of her

out from her bow. Following the first

out and following this more and more quickly headed

at them from the

going

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

goal was training my agility, this was the most

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

through the air like missiles, the arrows

pressing my foot onto the ground, I

Xiu!

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

their momentum, I dropped them to the ground

started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my body progressively

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

flashed across my eyes as I continued to

long before I started to get used to the rhythm and I started to feel at