The Regressor Who Can Rewrite Reality)
Chapter 1 – The Return to the Beginning
The story opens with the peaceful view of a large metropolitan city glowing under the early morning sunlight. Cars move across the roads, tall skyscrapers stand proudly, and everything looks normal—too normal.
Inside one of those skyscrapers, in a small apartment, a young man lies asleep on his bed. Suddenly—he jolts awake, eyes snapping open as if escaping a nightmare.
Armin was a young boy around 17 to 18 years old, with a calm and composed presence. His soft yellow hair framed his face gently, giving him a neat and tidy appearance. He had light golden eyes, subtle yet striking, that reflected a quiet intelligence and a thoughtful nature
Armin’s breathing is heavy. Sweat rolls down his forehead as he sits up. His eyes scan the room in confusion.
Armin (confused, whispering): “Where… where am I?”
He quickly looks around—his familiar wardrobe, study desk, curtains, wall clock… everything is exactly how it used to be years ago. A strange uneasiness spreads across his chest.
Armin (shocked): “Wait… this is my old apartment. But… how? What happened to the apocalypse? The world… the destruction—what happened to everything?”
For a moment, he freezes. Then his mind starts pulling him into memories—painful, horrifying memories.
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Year 2044 — The Fall of Humanity
Armin remembers it clearly.
A deadly calamity struck Earth without warning. At first, humanity believed it was a man-made virus—some biological weapon. But soon, the truth surfaced.
A strange energy began seeping into the world, infecting both humans and animals. Anyone who came into contact with it began mutating—
Humans turned into monsters.
Animals evolved into terrifying mutated beasts.
Civilization collapsed rapidly. Cities fell. Nations crumbled. Humanity reached a point where survival itself seemed impossible…
In the beginning, people blamed human experiments or warfare. But with time, they learned the horrifying truth:
This was not a virus.
It was energy leaking from another world.
Gates to other dimensions burst open across the planet. From those gates, unspeakable horrors crawled into the world—creatures no one could have imagined even in nightmares.
Yet, in the middle of this catastrophe… heroes emerged.
Some humans awakened special powers—abilities they could obtain by killing monsters and absorbing their energy. Human evolution took a sudden leap. People developed different types of supernatural abilities.
Armin was one of those people.
He fought. He survived. He awakened powers and became one of the defenders of humanity. Alongside others like him, they adapted to the new world and protected the remaining humans.
For a while, humanity believed they could overcome this curse.
But they were wrong.
Everything happening on Earth was nothing but a form of entertainment—a twisted show for powerful beings known as Outer Gods.
Humankind was nothing more than toys to them.
And just when some humans finally grew powerful enough to challenge those cosmic beings…
…it was already too late.
Because the world’s destruction did not come from the monsters.
Nor from the Outer Gods.
It came from a human.
Someone from among them—
Someone who slaughtered everyone.
Not a monster.
Not a god.
A human… or perhaps a monster wearing human skin.
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Armin’s expression turns dark. His hands tremble slightly as he returns to the present, lost in thoughts and trauma.
For a while, he sits silently, breathing deeply, trying to process everything.
Then he grabs his phone with shaky hands.
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Armin: “I need to confirm… what year is it?”
He turns on the screen.
The date flashes clearly.
Year: 2034
Armin’s eyes widen. His heart skips a beat.
Armin (shocked): “2034…? Does that mean… I really returned to the past? Is this… regression?”
He touches his chest, feeling his heartbeat—alive, steady, real.
Armin: “Did the Book of Reality… cause this? Did that last wish really bring me back in time?”
A mix of disbelief, fear, and hope fills his heart. His lips press together as a newfound determination lights up in his eyes.
Armin (serious, resolute):
“It seems… I have one final chance. A chance to fix everything… before it falls apart again.”
He clenches his fist tightly.
Armin:
“This time… I will not let the world be destroyed. Not by monsters… not by gods… and definitely not by that… monster hiding among us.”
His eyes burn with resolve.
The regression has begun.
Armin’s thoughts began to race rapidly as he processed the situation.
Armin (thinking, stunned):
“So this is the year 2034… That means I’ve returned to the exact time when it all began. This is when the first traces of the virus were discovered. This year marks the very beginning of the apocalypse… The calm before the storm. Ten years from now—2044—the real destruction begins… when the dimensional gates open… and humanity realizes the cruel truth: we were nothing but toys—playthings for the Outer Gods.”
His fists clenched unconsciously, nails biting into his palms as anger and determination collided inside him.
Armin (eyes turning cold):
“But this time… it won’t happen. I won’t allow this world to fall again.”
He took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening with resolve as memories of his previous life resurfaced—painful, haunting memories.
Armin (serious, recalling):
“In my previous life, that human destroyed the entire world. Seeing his power made one thing clear—humans can reach a level strong enough to stand against those gods. Even the Outer Gods couldn’t stop him. That means humans can grow powerful enough to defy fate itself.”
His heartbeat steadied, conviction forming within him like a burning flame.
Armin:
“My first task now should be to prepare. The virus could start spreading any moment. I need a proper plan. Preparation must start immediately.”
He paused mid-thought, another realization striking him.
Armin (confused):
“Wait a second… If I’ve gone back in time, then right now—”
His eyes darted toward the wall clock in his room.
A sudden panic hit him.
Armin:
“Oh crap! I have school today! I’m going to be late!”
He jumped off the bed in a rush, grabbing his clothes and changing quickly, almost stumbling over his own feet. In a hurried frenzy, he brushed his hair, grabbed his bag, and rushed out of the apartment.
While running toward the elevator, he muttered under his breath:
Armin (half annoyed, half amused):
“Honestly, I don’t even need school anymore. The apocalypse will begin soon… As far as I remember, it all started when I was still in school. So if the timeline hasn’t changed, the beginning should be very close… extremely close.”
The elevator dinged, and he stepped inside, leaning against the wall as it descended.
Armin (thinking):
“For now, everything in India must still be normal. After the global International Peace Law, religion was abolished everywhere. People can choose any name they want—no cultural or religious restrictions. This is currently the most peaceful era in the history of mankind. No wars. No dictatorships. People could travel freely across countries. Humanity thought it had finally achieved unity.”
A cold, bitter smile formed on his lips.
Armin:
“If only they knew… that this peaceful world was heading straight toward hell.”
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Armin eventually reached his school. He stood at the large school gate, staring up at the massive signboard after so many years.
> N-D International High School
For a moment, he felt a strange tightness in his chest—nostalgia mixed with bitterness.
Armin (murmuring softly):
“It’s been so many years since I last saw this place…”
Students in neat uniforms walked past him, laughing, chatting, completely unaware of the catastrophe waiting for them in the future.
Armin’s eyes softened for a moment as he took in the scene.
Armin (internal monologue):
“This school attracts students from all over the world. Getting admission here is extremely difficult. Only intelligent and sharp-minded students can enter. Most of them are children of powerful businessmen, wealthy elites, or influential families. But there are exceptions—like me.”
He took a deep breath as memories resurfaced.
Armin (thinking, calm but emotion flickering):
“I had no family. My parents died in a car accident… leaving me completely alone. Even before the apocalypse, my life was a mess. People troubled me, bullied me… and there was no one to support me. But the only reason I got this far was because of my academic excellence. My middle school teachers recommended me and helped me survive… though, in the end, they did it for their own benefit.”
His expression turned cold—old habits of distrust resurfacing.
Armin:
“In my previous life, I trusted no one. I used people only as stepping stones. That was the only way to survive in a collapsing world. But… later, I met a few people who changed that belief. People who stood by me. People I could call… companions.”
His eyes softened with a rare warmth, but only for a moment.
Armin (determined):
“This time, I’ll bring those people to my side again. Those who truly tried to save the world with me. We failed last time… because one of us betrayed humanity. One mistake… and the entire world was destroyed.”
His jaw tightened.
Armin:
“This time… I won’t repeat that mistake.”
With that thought, Armin stepped forward and crossed the school gate, entering the building that marked the first page of his second life.
Armin was just about to step through the school entrance when a hand suddenly blocked his path. A boy stepped in front of him with an arrogant smirk.
The loud mocking voice echoed across the gate:
Edvard (mocking loudly):
“Hahaha! Look who decided to show up today! Armin, you little rat—I'm surprised you’re walking after the beating you got yesterday. I thought you'd be crying at home!
Oh wait… where’s your precious glasses? Did I break them yesterday or was that last week?”
The boys around him burst into laughter.
Another boy, Abhay, pretended to act concerned, though his smile showed he was enjoying the show.
Abhay (mock sympathy):
“Edvard, man… don’t bully the poor kid so early in the morning.
Anyway, Armin, you okay? After yesterday, I didn’t expect you to be able to stand on your feet this soon.”
A third boy from the group joined in with a mocking snort:
Boy 3 (laughing):
“Well look at that—he’s standing! Must be in shock after the beating. He looks numb!”
Armin stared at them, expression unreadable. In his mind, however, his thoughts were razor sharp, fueled with years of suppressed rage.
Armin (cold internal monologue):
“These miserable idiots… They tormented me in my past life as well.
Pathetic trash who only got into this school because of their wealthy families. If not for money, they wouldn’t even be qualified to sweep the floor here.”
He watched them with eyes that no longer saw them as threats—only as insects.
Armin (thinking):
“Most of the students in this school will one day grow into heroes who try to save the world. But filth like these… They won’t even survive the first year of the apocalypse. They died early last time. For now… I won’t waste energy on them.”
Armin ignored them and tried to walk past.
But one of the boys grabbed Armin’s collar from behind and pulled him backward.
Boy 3 (aggressive):
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going, you little—”
Before he could finish, a sharp authoritative voice cut through the air.
Teacher (stern):
“Hey! What do you think you boys are doing?!”
The group stiffened immediately.
Edvard (clicking his tongue):
“Tch… Lucky rat. The teacher’s here.”
He jerked his chin toward his group.
Edvard:
“Let’s go. We’ll deal with him later.”
The boys hurried away before the teacher reached them.
The woman approached Armin with concern in her eyes. Her warm aura remained exactly as Armin remembered.
Teacher:
“Armin, are you okay? Were they bothering you again?”
Armin looked at her—really looked at her.
His chest tightened for a moment as a familiar pain surfaced.
Armin (internal monologue, emotional):
“Olivia Stewart…
The only teacher who ever helped me… who supported me when I had no one. She was the one person who treated me like a human.
During the apocalypse… she died. She didn’t deserve that ending.”
A faint, sorrowful determination flickered in his eyes.
Armin (thinking):
“This time… I’ll save her. I’ll save everyone I can.”
He was still lost in that thought when a voice rang out behind him—deep, youthful, confident… yet gentle.
A voice he hadn’t heard in a decade… a voice that once brought him friendship, trust, and later—unbearable pain.
He froze.
Slowly, Armin turned.
There stood a tall boy with jet-black hair and striking deep red eyes. His face was sharp yet calm, his posture confident, and his athletic build was noticeable even under his school jacket. He looked around 19 or 20 —young, yet naturally charismatic.
The boy wasn’t alone; he was gently bending down, patting the head of a younger girl—his little sister.
Boy (gentle, caring):
“Go carefully, alright? Study well. I’ll come to pick you up after school.”
Little Sister (pouting):
“No need, Brother! I can go by myself. Stop worrying so much!”
He chuckled softly and pinched her cheek before letting her go.
Armin’s eyes trembled. His heart skipped a beat.
Armin (internal monologue in disbelief):
“That boy… I know him. I know that face. That voice. Those eyes.”
All the memories flooded back—of laughter, of battles, and “Some old and beautiful moments from his past life with his most precious friend.”
His lips parted slightly, voice barely above a whisper.
Armin (whispering):
“It’s you… I finally found you…”
His heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears as he stared
at the boy from his past—his first friend… and the last person he saw before the world burned.
Armin (in his mind, emotional):
“My first… and last friend…
Eren.”
The scene freezes on Armin’s intense gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of nostalgia… longing… and something darker.
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End of Chapter 1
