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.

For more, visit: MtNovel.com

"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 realized that it was just a long list of rules

on his bed, he let out

to stop

he felt paranoid about everything. Just the slightest thing

"Ukh!"

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

area that hurt, he

does the side

***

Thump—!

took a white towel from the side and wiped the

about everything

passed since the incident. The one where I

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

what I

something for my own

alibies and evidence to make it seem that he really had been drunk, and everything was just a

"You're early."

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

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

I'm used

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

Melissa who did not

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

properties of my sword,

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

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower

her head. Extending her hand, she took

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

see, should we do the

"Yeah."

fourth time by now. I was a bit surprised the first time, turns

this was the routine she was used to ever since taking

to train very early since her

a habit I developed when training in the wilderness

was good for

more efficient than just training alone. Plus, there

Nola and my

at

"Are you ready?"

both of my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons

was helping me train my

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

was a big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string of her

the first shot, Amanda extended her

even a second after she shot her first arrow, two more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my direction. It

them from the distance, my face turned

going

couple of handicaps on myself for this training. I wasn't

agility, this was the most appropriate

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

missiles, the

my foot onto the ground,

Xiu!

Following that arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving my hands in front of me, twisting

their momentum, I dropped them to the ground and did the same thing for

sweat started to accumulate on my forehead as I

I was feeling. I could vividly feel myself getting better

my eyes as I continued

before I started to get used to the rhythm and I started to