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."

of the letter, he realized that

down on his bed, he let

to stop

paranoid about everything. Just the slightest thing

"Ukh!"

pain coursed through the right side of Aaron's head prompting him

that

the side

***

Thump—!

a large dumbbell onto the ground, I took a white towel from the side and wiped the sweat from

forgotten about everything that has

two days had passed since the incident. The

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

what I wanted

merely something for my own

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

"You're early."

near my residence. This was a small perk I got thanks to the

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

I'm used

was massive, and it was at my disposal, I told

me on my offer. Well, everyone expect Melissa who did not

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells are pretty

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

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?"

lower would

head. Extending her

her mouth as she gathered her

should we do

"Yeah."

time that Amanda and I met up. It was probably the fourth time

was used to ever since

very early since her days were usually very busy

of a habit I developed when training in the wilderness

this was

more efficient than just training alone. Plus, there were a lot of things that I

Nola and

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

"Are you ready?"

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

Amanda was helping me train my reflexes and

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

was a big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string of her

first shot, Amanda extended her hand again and pulled the

shot her first arrow, two more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed

the distance, my

going

myself for this training. I wasn't allowed

was training my agility,

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the air like missiles, the arrows soon materialized

onto the ground, I

Xiu!

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,

lost their momentum, I dropped them to the

started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my

the only thing I was feeling. I could vividly feel myself getting better and better at moving in

eyes as

I started to get used to the rhythm and I started to feel at ease dodging the