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."

a sigh of relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he realized that it was just a long list

down on his bed, he let

need to stop

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

"Ukh!"

him

the area that hurt, he

the side of my head

***

Thump—!

the ground, I took a white towel from the side and wiped the

probably forgotten about everything

two days had passed since the incident. The one where I tortured

the lines of,

I wanted him

for my own self-satisfaction.

aid of Douglas and the others, we were able to somewhat create enough alibies and

"You're early."

in a private training room, near my residence. This was

meters away, Amanda's voice rang out. Looking

I'm used

it was at my disposal, I told the others that

Well, everyone expect Melissa who did not want to have anything to do

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

of my sword, I had to resort to this kind

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

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower would

her head. Extending her hand, she took out

hairband on her mouth as she gathered her hair behind her in a

should we do

"Yeah."

that Amanda and I met up. It was probably the fourth time by now. I was a bit surprised the

she was used to

early since her days

habit I developed when training in the wilderness back in

was

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

Nola and my

it at me,

"Are you ready?"

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

Amanda was helping me

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

was a big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

string

translucent blue streak of light shot out from her bow. Following 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 wasn't long before a wall made of blue streaks appeared in front of

the distance, my face turned

is going to be

myself for this training. I wasn't allowed to use any skill or any manuals

goal was training my agility, this was the most appropriate

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

air like missiles, the arrows soon materialized in

pressing my foot onto the

Xiu!

my cheek. Following that arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving my hands in front of me, twisting my heel, I swiftly grabbed the bodies of the arrows,

arrows lost their momentum, I dropped them to the

sweat started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my body progressively getting more and more tired with each

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

across my eyes as I continued to

to get used to the rhythm and I started