119.3 kg.
For a moment, he simply stared.
Then—
A slow, satisfied smirk curled his lips.
He had started at 150 kg.
119.3 kg.
For a moment, Damien simply stared at the number.
Then—
A slow, satisfied smirk curled across his lips.
30 kilograms in just a single week.
'Fucking insane.'
This was a number that most people wouldn't even dream of achieving. The kind of weight loss that broke medical guidelines, that defied everything nutritionists and trainers preached about "safe, sustainable progress."
But Damien had never given a single fuck about playing safe.
He turned slightly, glancing at his reflection in the training hall's full-length mirror. His body was still heavy, still thick with remnants of his old form, but the difference was undeniable. His stomach, once bloated and protruding, had shrunk significantly. His arms no longer felt like useless sacks of dead weight, and his legs—though still thick—had lost the sluggishness that once plagued his every step.
