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."

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

back down on his bed,

need to

up, he felt paranoid about everything. Just the

"Ukh!"

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

that hurt,

side of

***

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

about everything that has

days had passed since the incident. The one where I

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

I wanted him

own self-satisfaction. I had other plans

create enough alibies and evidence to make it seem that he really had been drunk, and everything

"You're early."

residence. This was a small perk

Amanda's voice rang out. Looking at her,

used to

disposal,

Melissa who

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

order to get used to the mass-changing properties of my sword, I had

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 would

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would

nodded her head. Extending her hand, she

a small hairband on her mouth as she

we

"Yeah."

It was probably the fourth time by now. I was a bit surprised

her, this was the routine she was used to ever since taking over the guild in her

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

more of a habit I developed when training in

was good

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

regarding Nola and my

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

"Are you ready?"

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

helping me

thing that I noticed was that one of my lacking aspects was my agility. Not only that, but long-ranged opponents were especially hard

big

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

the string

from her bow. Following the first shot, Amanda extended her hand again

following this more and more quickly headed in my

from the distance, my face

going to be

I wasn't allowed to use any skill or

training my agility, this

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

air like missiles, the arrows soon

the ground, I took

Xiu!

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

after the arrows lost their momentum, I dropped them to the ground and did the same thing

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

vividly feel myself getting better and better

flashed across my eyes as I

before I started to get used to the rhythm