I’m not a Regressor

by Butterfly Valley

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess. [Heaven-defying Star. The existence that goes against destiny. The one and only savior of a world that was destined to meet its end—] What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting? [You must be a regressor.] “…What?” No, I’m not. ……………………………………………………………