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."

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

back down on his bed, he let

need to

about everything. Just the slightest thing

"Ukh!"

prompting him to flinch slightly.

area that hurt, he

does the side of

***

Thump—!

large dumbbell onto the ground, I took a white towel from

probably forgotten about everything

had passed since the incident. The

of, 'Everything I went through

was exactly what I wanted him to

something for my own self-satisfaction. I had other

able to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to make it seem

"You're early."

residence. This was a small perk I

away, Amanda's voice rang out. Looking at

used

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

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

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells are

my sword, I had to resort to

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?"

lower would not

her head. Extending her hand, she took out her

her mouth as she gathered her hair behind her in a ponytail, revealing her

should we

"Yeah."

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

routine she was used to ever since taking

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

a habit I developed when training in the wilderness back

this was good

training alone. Plus, there were a

regarding Nola

bow and aiming it at me,

"Are you ready?"

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

Amanda was helping me train my reflexes and

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

big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

the string of

bow. Following the first

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

the distance, my face

going

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

my agility, this was

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the air like missiles, the

onto the

Xiu!

my cheek. Following that arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving my hands

them to the ground and did the same thing for the next few

arrows, sweat started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my body progressively

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

my eyes as I

started to get used to the rhythm and I started