For decades, I served as a member of the “Nine Road,” traveling the world to stop disasters before they could destroy everything. After years of fighting, my retirement was finally in sight. At 56, I was ready to bask in the glory of being an EX-ranked veteran—humanity’s hero, Earth’s protector, with endless wealth and recognition waiting for me. Just as I was about to settle into that well-earned peace…
“Aaaargh! This can’t be happening!”
I woke up as my 24-year-old self—32 years in the past, back when I had nothing. No power, no reputation, no resources. “I wasn’t supposed to be the one who regressed!” Nicholas from the Nine Road was meant to be the returner, not me. Now I have to rebuild everything from scratch, gathering the Nine Road all over again.
Fine. If I have to relive my life as an accidental regressor, I’ll do it faster this time—and actually enjoy it.
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