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Greg watched his world come to an end under the hands of the enemies supported by his fellow race. while blaming himself for not starting the game early or not investing time into it, or for awakening a trash talent he closed his eyes and embraced death but that was not the end of his story as he regressed to ten years prior to the unfortunate event. with knowledge of the future and determination he buys a gaming helmet and plunged into the game- Apocalypse that signalled the start of something more. with his knowledge of the future, his skills that made him shine even with his trashy talent and the awakening of an ex rank talent, 100% Dodge rate that makes attacking him impossible, read Greg's revenge and rise to the top protecting those he cares about while punishing his enemies.

Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate

With dull eyes, Greg could only watch the destruction of Earth, regret etched on his face. He saw those with exceptional talents—once called the hope of humanity—bow before the enemy in defeat. If only he had started playing Apocalypse earlier, this wouldn't have happened. If only he hadn't awakened the trashy F-rank talent, Death, which had been completely useless to him, perhaps things would have been different.

Rising to his feet without caring for his wounds, Greg prepared to make his last stand, catching the attention of countless foes.

"Alas, the last adversary," a voice laced with mockery spoke. "To come this far without talent and in such a short time is worthy of praise, Greg, but you lack one thing. And I've always lacked it, too—luck. Now, it's time for you to die by my hands, just like your sister did."

Greg felt the world spiral. His sister—the only family he had left after their parents' tragic demise—had mysteriously died, and he had never found the killer. He had joined the game in search of revenge, though he had started late, but the murderer had always remained elusive.

And now, he was standing right in front of him.

With a mocking smile, Kyle—his supposed best friend, the one he had trusted more than anyone—looked down at him.

"I'LL KILL YOUUU!" Greg roared, brandishing his sword.

Kyle simply smiled and threw a spear. Enhanced by his A-rank talent, Sharpshooter, the spear shot forward with deadly accuracy—piercing straight through Greg's chest.

"This is where we say goodbye, Greg," Kyle said proudly. Then, without a second glance, he turned and walked away, leaving Greg to die in regret.

At that moment, a system notification echoed in Greg's fading consciousness.

[Condition reached. F-rank talent Death has been activated and evolved into EX-rank talent: Regression. Host will regress to the past.]

Greg barely registered the words as darkness consumed him.

"Brother, wake up! Stop sleeping like a moron!"

Greg groggily heard a familiar feminine voice cutting through his subconscious. Slowly, he forced his eyes open.

Standing before him was a young girl—barely sixteen.

His breath hitched. His sister, alive and well.

Tears welled up in his eyes as guilt gnawed at him. He had failed to avenge her.

"What's wrong with you, weirdo? Go wash up before you're late for work," Annabelle said, eyeing him suspiciously.

Work? Greg frowned. So humans still work in the afterlife?

"What are you spacing out for, stupid brother? Hurry up! If you're late, your boss is going to chew you out!"

Afraid of getting on his sister's bad side, Greg quickly got up, washed, and dressed. But when he caught his reflection in the mirror, he froze.

His younger self stared back at him.

Heart pounding, he rushed to check the calendar—and nearly screamed.

Good heavens! He had gone back in time.

One day before the emergence of the VR game Apocalypse—the game that changed the world.

Without hesitation, he dashed out of the house to a nearby gaming store, purchasing a gaming helmet before prices skyrocketed and made it impossible for him to afford. He used his last savings for it.

Who cares about work when the future was on the line?

Greg ran home like a man who had just found gold and feared being robbed. His frantic actions did not go unnoticed by Annabelle, but she chose to remain silent.

Which young man doesn't enjoy games? Besides, her brother had been working himself to the bone ever since their parents' death. Maybe this was the break he needed.

Greg waited anxiously for the game's launch. The moment it was available, he logged in without wasting a second.

[Welcome, host, to Apocalypse… Please input username.]

Greg stared at the prompt for a moment before typing with firm resolve.

[Congratulations, player… Choosing host talent…]

[Congratulations on awakening EX-rank talent: 100% Absolute Dodge Rate.]

CHAPTER 1: RAYS OF HOPE