Villain Ch 1374. Theory And Lies
Allen sighed, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it up slightly. His body still buzzed with lingering adrenaline, the aftereffects of battle, power, and… other activities from the game. It was always like this.
"Okay," he muttered, staring at the ceiling. "Should I write? Should I…"
He glanced at the clock.
Dinner wasn't far off.
His fingers twitched.
He could write, but it wouldn't be enough to finish a chapter. And if there was one thing Allen absolutely hated, it was breaking his flow mid-zone. Writing wasn't just about sitting down and typing—it was about diving in. Feeling the rhythm, building momentum. Stopping halfway through would just make the whole thing feel forced later.
He groaned. "Nope. Writing's impossible right now."
Flopping back against his pillows, he exhaled sharply, eyes scanning the ceiling like it held some kind of answer to his current dilemma.