Name: I’m an Infinite Regressor, But I’ve Got Stories to Tell
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Chapter 245: The Experimenter IV

In any fantasy novel, regression is a guaranteed cheat key!
What if it’s the ability of “Infinite Regression”?

There’d be no need to worry about any bad endings. After all, the protagonist would eventually reach a happy ending.

“Cheat key, my foot.”

I tried it myself just to find out otherwise.

The myths of regressors’ success depicted in all those novels are actually fake…

It was all just vile propaganda!

“This run is doomed too.”

This is not a story of success; it’s a tale on the aftermath of failures.

Thus begins the heartfelt documentary of a man with 1183 runs of experience!

Prologue

Infinite Regression. A certain genre goes by that name.

It’s called ‘Infinite Regression’ when the protagonist dies, then returns to a state before death to endlessly challenge the hurdles in their path. Naturally, the protagonist somehow overcomes them, no matter how perilous the obstacle. After all, they simply keep trying until they succeed.

What once was doomed to be a bad ending is transformed into a happy ending, or the protagonist miraculously saves a side heroine destined to die from an incurable disease, or―

Infinite Regression is essentially a cheat key to end all tragedies.

However, speaking from experience, the infinite regression depicted in various novels is nothing but despicable propaganda. It’s like one of those cram schools that only displays the names of students who got into prestigious universities.

“Shit. This isn’t going to work.”

I set down my cane-sword.

The 1183rd regression. The world had ended again.

Those who were destined to succeed will succeed; those who weren’t, won’t. I belonged to the latter. I had to accept the fact that, no matter how desperately I tried, I couldn’t prevent the world’s destruction.

This is not a story of success, but one of failure—the mere afterword of someone who, despite possessing the ability of infinite regression, ultimately couldn’t prevent the end of everything.

First thing to note is that the human mental state, or rather, mental strength always has an expiration date. No matter how normal someone appears on the outside, repeated regressions will undoubtedly forge an invisible crack in that surface.

A prime example of this is the story I’m about to tell concerning grandfather Schopenhauer.

“My direct ancestor was a very famous philosopher.”[1]

Old Man ‘Scho’ often boasted about his lineage. I myself had heard the name Schopenhauer tossed around, but honestly, unlike his esteemed ancestor, Scho was far from a philosopher.