Regression Is Too Much chapter 0

0 – The Man Called Swordsman

There is a man called Swordsman, or Cheonuimubong.

Players wear wounds and scars on their bodies every day. Life at the Tower was a struggle.

But this man is an exception.

From the moment he first entered the tower until now, no one had ever seen the man hurt. Like a lofty freshness.

Some claim he has obtained a legendary defense artifact. He has an invincible shield that can withstand all attacks, so he can’t be hurt.

Some claim that he was from the US secret special forces. The swordsman showed off his overwhelming strength from the moment he first entered the tower, but the main reason was that ordinary people could not handle the sword so well.

Some claim that he is the lover’s concubine. The warrior, wanting to protect her lover, gave her all kinds of elixirs, and as a result, a monster that recovers quickly even if it is seriously injured was born.

With so many rumors and bits of truth mixed in, opinions are divided as to his true identity, but there is one thing everyone agrees on.

The sword line is strong. It is also incredibly strong.

Although his true abilities were hidden in a veil as he wandered around alone without forming a party, the experiences of numerous rankers served as the basis for his strength.

To the extent that some pompous people regard him as the true tower’s strongest man. Even now, in a bar somewhere, they would be talking about who is stronger between the Swordsman and the Hero.

So, where is the man called Swordsman and what is he doing now?

Located on the top floor of the tower, in a forest where no one has ever set foot.

The man was sitting on top of the corpse of a tiger the size of a house, wiping the blood from his sword.

A man putting a cloth on his sword with an expressionless face.

There wasn’t even a single drop of blood on his body, let alone a wound, which contrasted with the bloody forest, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

‘Cheonuimubong’. Perfect without any flaws. It couldn’t be a title that suited Puck.

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

A man who flinches while polishing his sword.

There are tiny drops of blood on his hands.

“Ah.”

Wiping the sword with a cloth, it looks like the grip is slightly cut.

It was a minor wound that an ordinary person would lightly laugh at, but…

[Damaged.]

[You will return to the time you first entered the 44th floor.]

“… f*ck.”

A man was in a position where he should never be hurt.

Never.