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."

letter, he realized that it was just a long list of rules

down on his bed, he let out another deep

to stop

paranoid about everything. Just the

"Ukh!"

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

the area that hurt, he

side of

***

Thump—!

white towel from the side and

forgotten about everything that

since the incident. The one where

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

exactly what I wanted

was merely something for my own self-satisfaction.

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

"You're early."

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

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

I'm used to

was massive, and it was at my disposal,

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

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

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

through my swing, by the time I was done

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would

head. Extending her

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

see, should we do the

"Yeah."

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

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

early since her days were usually very busy with guild-related

a habit I developed

was good

was a lot more efficient than just training alone. Plus, there were a lot of

Nola

and aiming it at

"Are you ready?"

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

Amanda was helping me train my reflexes and

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

was a big help

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

string

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

this more and more quickly headed in my direction. It wasn't long before a wall made of blue streaks appeared in

the

is going to be

this training. I wasn't allowed to use any skill or any manuals apart from the

goal was training my agility,

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

missiles, the arrows soon

foot onto the

Xiu!

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

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

my forehead as I

I could vividly feel myself getting better and better at

flashed across my eyes as I continued to dodge

before I started to get used to the