Villain Ch 1466. Wisdom For Future Me
He sat up slowly, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. The soreness hit him instantly—a dull ache that pulsed from calves to thighs.
He looked down at them, groaning. "Ugh. Right. I still have these useless noodles attached to my body."
They were still functional, sure, but they protested every movement like he owed them money. He stretched one leg out and winced. "Okay. No treadmill. Definitely not stairs. So… what would a gym rat do right now?"
He grabbed his phone and typed:
"What to do when your legs ache after leg day."
Enter.
Top result: foam rolling.
Allen squinted. "Right. That torture stick."
He didn't have a foam roller. But he did have a massage gun in his closet—thank you, Kai—and a cold compress tucked away in his mini-fridge. He hauled himself up with a grunt, limped over to the closet, and dug around until he found the gun and one of those menthol creams labeled something overly dramatic like FrostStrike Recovery+.
