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."

Reading through the contents of the letter, he realized that it was just a long list of rules regarding the upcoming

back down on his bed, he let out

need to

he felt paranoid about everything. Just the slightest thing startled

"Ukh!"

prompting him to flinch slightly. Fortunately, the pain only

the area that hurt, he

the side of my head

***

Thump—!

a white towel from

probably forgotten about

since the incident. The one where I

lines of, 'Everything

what I

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

we were able to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to

"You're early."

residence. This was a small perk

Amanda's voice rang out.

used

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

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

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

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

increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower would

nodded her head. Extending her hand, she took out her

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

should we do the

"Yeah."

met up. It was probably the fourth time by now. I was a bit surprised the first time, turns

was the routine she was used to ever

her days

habit I developed when training in the

this was good

with someone else was a lot more efficient than just training alone. Plus, there

regarding Nola and my

aiming it at me,

"Are you ready?"

extending both of my hands forward, I channeled the wind

was helping me train my

aspects was my agility. Not only that, but long-ranged opponents

a big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

the string

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

more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my direction. It wasn't long before a wall

them from the distance, my face turned

is going to

I wasn't

training my agility, this was the most

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

missiles, the arrows soon materialized in front of

foot onto the ground, I took a step

Xiu!

brushed past the side of my cheek. Following that arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving

to the ground and did the same thing for the

endless amount of arrows, sweat started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my body progressively getting more and more tired

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

as

started to get used to the rhythm and I started