Chapter 2: Regression

Darkness enveloped him.

Then, suddenly, a blinding light. Qin Sheng gasped, bolting upright in a familiar room—the peeling walls of his shabby apartment. He was alive. His heart raced as he stumbled to the calendar on the wall.

"Ten years... I've gone back," he whispered. The date confirmed it. An hour remained before the World of Chaos descended.

Emotions surged—rage, grief, determination—all battling within. He clenched his fists. "This time... I'll do it right."

His mind raced through past mistakes. Trusting too easily, hesitating when it mattered, sacrificing himself for others. He wouldn't repeat them.

He sat down, focusing. The Talent extraction was crucial. In the past, he had an A-Rank Strengthen class, but now he knew what to aim for. The system allowed for random talent assignment, but there were loopholes—hidden mechanics he had learned through a decade of brutal survival.

He stood and rushed to a locked drawer, pulling out a dusty notebook filled with scribbles and notes from his previous life. Pages upon pages of system quirks, hidden events, and secret achievements—everything he needed to ensure a head start.

"First, the Beginner's Blessing event," he muttered, flipping through the notes. "Only available in the first hour after the game descends. Most missed it because they didn't know where to look."

He packed a small bag with essentials—energy bars, water bottles, and a few tools. Even though reality would soon fade into the game world during sleep, being prepared gave him peace of mind.

As the clock ticked down, he stared at the reflection in the cracked mirror. His eyes, once filled with naïve hope, now burned with cold resolve.

"No more mistakes. No more mercy."

A sudden knock echoed through the apartment. Qin's heart sank. He already knew who it was.

He opened the door to see Liu Mei, her face pale, eyes filled with confusion and fear. "Qin… something weird is happening outside. The sky—"

"I know," he interrupted, his voice cold.

She blinked, taken aback by his tone. "What's wrong with you?"

Qin's fists clenched. Memories of her betrayal flooded his mind, the dagger in his back, the look of regret too late to matter. He struggled to keep his emotions in check.

"We need to prepare," he said flatly.

"Prepare? For what? You're not making any sense!"

He turned away, but she grabbed his arm. "Talk to me, Qin! What's going on?"

He spun around, eyes blazing with anger. "You want to know? Fine! The world's about to turn into hell. A game—no, a nightmare—is about to take over everything. And you," he growled, jabbing a finger at her chest, "you're on your own."

Liu Mei's face twisted with confusion and hurt. "What are you talking about? I'm your sister!"

"Not anymore," he spat.

Tears welled in her eyes. "Why are you saying this? I haven't done anything!"

"Yet," he hissed. "But you will."

The words cut deeper than any blade. Liu Mei staggered back, tears streaming down her face. "I don't understand…"

"Then leave," Qin snapped. "I don't want to see you again."

She stood frozen for a moment before running out the door, her sobs echoing down the hall.

Qin closed the door, leaning against it as his hands trembled. That was necessary. It had to be.

The sky outside darkened, the clouds fracturing like glass. The descent was beginning.

Qin Sheng lay on his bed, closing his eyes as sleep overtook him, pulling him into the World of Chaos once more—but this time, he was ready.