I’m an Infinite Regressor, But I’ve Got Stories to Tell

In fantasy, the ability to rewind time sounds like the ultimate blessing—a shortcut to perfection, an escape route from disaster. But what happens when the power to restart becomes a curse?

I thought [Infinite Regression] would be my salvation. That I could erase every failure, dodge every death, and rewrite fate as many times as it took.

I was wrong.

Every reset brought the same despair. Every timeline cracked in a new way. The tales of those who mastered regression? Lies. Carefully wrapped illusions sold as hope.

“Attempt #1,183… another waste.”

This isn’t a saga of triumph. It’s a graveyard of decisions gone wrong. A record of pain, persistence, and the crumbling resolve of a man caught in an endless loop.

Welcome to the chronicles of someone who keeps trying—not to win, but to finally understand what survival even means.