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."

sigh of relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he realized that it

on his bed, he let out another

to stop

about everything. Just the slightest thing

"Ukh!"

sharp pain coursed through the right side of Aaron's head prompting him to flinch slightly.

area that

does the side

***

Thump—!

a white towel from

probably forgotten about

passed since the incident. The one where

the lines of, 'Everything I went through is a dream.' or some bullshit like

what I

my own self-satisfaction. I had other plans

alibies and evidence to make it

"You're early."

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

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

used to

room was massive, and it was at my disposal,

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

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells

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

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 would

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower

nodded her head. Extending her hand,

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

we do the

"Yeah."

not the first time that Amanda and I met up. It was probably the fourth time by now.

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

early since her days were usually

a habit I developed when training in

way, this was good

alone. Plus, there were a lot of things that I wanted to ask of

regarding Nola and my

bow and aiming it at

"Are you ready?"

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

helping me train my reflexes and

was that one of my lacking aspects was my agility. Not

big help

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string

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

first arrow, two more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my direction. It wasn't long before

the distance, my face turned

is going to be

I wasn't allowed to use any skill or any manuals apart

training my agility, this was the most appropriate

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the air like missiles, the

foot onto the ground,

Xiu!

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

dropped them to the ground and

to accumulate on my forehead as

I could vividly feel myself getting better and better at

eyes as I

I started to get used to the