Villain Ch 1467. Sore Legs and Mental Chaos
Two hours later, Allen leaned back in his chair, arms stretching high above his head as his spine popped in half a dozen satisfying cracks. He let out a groan that sounded entirely too dramatic for someone who'd just finished writing and not, say, run a triathlon.
"Done," he muttered, blinking at the screen like it had personally offended him.
Three chapters. Clean dialogue. Solid pacing. A cliffhanger that would definitely get his Discourd server screaming at him. Not bad for someone running on sore legs and mental chaos.
He stood slowly, testing his body's betrayal level. And to his surprise—it wasn't that bad. The ache had faded to a dull stiffness. Manageable. Not great, but hey, he didn't feel like a collapsing scarecrow anymore.
"Guess that cream and massage gun combo actually worked," he mumbled, rolling his shoulders. "Or maybe my body finally gave up and decided to stop fighting."
