Regression is Too Much - Chapter 0

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Translator: ZERO_SUGAR

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◈ Regression is Too Much

Chapter 000

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The man called Immortal Sword

There is a man people call the Immortal Sword, and at times, by the even loftier nickname ‘Seamless Blade’, because of how flawlessly his swordsmanship flows.

For most players, carrying wounds and scars on their bodies is an everyday affair since life inside the Tower is nothing but constant struggle.

However, this man stands alone as the exception.

From the very moment he stepped into the Tower until now, no one has ever seen him injured, as though he were some aloof immortal.

Some claim he got his hands on a legendary defensive artifact, an invincible shield that turns aside every attack, so of course he would never be wounded.

Others insist that he once served in a covert United States special operations unit, citing the overwhelming skill he displayed upon arrival as proof—arguing that no ordinary person could handle a sword so expertly.

Still, others whisper that he is the Hero’s cherished lover, and that the Hero, desperate to protect her beloved, poured untold miracle elixirs into him, creating a monster who could heal catastrophic damage in the blink of an eye.

So many rumors mixed with a sprinkle of truth swirl around him that no one agrees on his real identity, but there is one fact on which everyone is united.

Immortal Sword is strong, unimaginably strong.

Because he roams alone without ever forming a party, his true ability remains hidden behind a veil, yet the testimonies of countless rankers stand as evidence of his might.

A few connoisseurs even regard him as the Tower’s genuine strongest, and somewhere in some tavern right now, people are still arguing over who is tougher, the Immortal Sword or the Hero.

Which leads us to the question, where and what is the man called Immortal Sword doing at this very moment?

In a forest high up in the Tower that no one has ever set foot in.

The man sat astride the corpse of a tiger the size of a cottage, calmly wiping the blood from his blade.

His face showed no emotion as the cloth slid along the sword.

Not a scratch, not even a single drop of blood marred his body, and the sight of that spotless figure against a forest soaked in gore created an uncanny aura.

Seamless Blade, flawless, without the slightest imperfection—no title could suit him better.

Of course, it would have been nice if the prologue had ended here…

In mid-wipe, the man suddenly flinched. A tiny bead of blood had formed on his hand.

“Ah.”

It seemed the cloth had slipped while he was cleaning the sword, lightly nicking his palm.

For an ordinary person it was the sort of tiny cut you would laugh off…

[You have taken damage.]

[Returning to the moment of first entry on Floor 44.]

“…Shit.”

The man was in a position where he absolutely could not afford to be injured.

Absolutely.

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