Hi. Yeah. It's me again. Racis. Local menace.
Five years—done. Dusted. Mentally scarred like a rejected anime villain's backstory.
And I'm sure that discount narrator who popped in during Chapter 199 already explained the dramatic stuff. So I'll just pick it up from there… but from my perspective. The main character. The golden retriever with rage issues.
For the past five years, I did everything Sexis' mom—Stronges—told me to do. If she said "Punch that rock," I punched it. If she said "Meditate until you question your own existence," I did that too. If she said "Eat this leaf, it builds character," I ate that leaf like it was a Michelin-star salad.
And now? I can actually feel the strength in my body.
Not the "gym bro who posts mirror selfies" kind of strength.
No. This is the "kill a man with a spoon and still have time for tea" strength.
Today, I finished my training. And yes… I also killed another one of Malthus' guards.
Casually. Like it's part of my skincare routine.
