I Regress Years Back Before the Apocalypse

It might sound insane or unbelievable, but Daniel Bell for some unknown

reason has traveled back to the past unknowingly after dying in the future.

"I'm back!? How in the world could this happen?"

Daniel's heart was pounding in his chest, as he stared incredulously at the mirror in

his dimly lit room.

It was as if he had stepped into an alternate reality, his mind struggling to

grasp the inexplicable change that had taken place.

In the reflection, a healthy and vibrant 18-year-old boy stared back at him, his

face a mix of confusion and disbelief.

His fingers trembled as he reached out to touch the mirror, half-expecting his

hand to pass through some sort of illusion.

But the cool, solid surface confirmed his existence.

At the moment, his emotions were in chaos.

There were regrets and confusion but mostly, there was a deep hatred that

could never be washed away.

Nevertheless, he calmed himself before comprehending his situation.

But this wasn't a major problem because, in a week, an unknown entity would

appear, and that would be the prologue of the catastrophic events.

"Although I don't know how in the world I've come to the past," Daniel

murmured.

The circumstances were confounding, but the opportunity before him was

crystal clear.

"With this chance, I'm given, I won't let it be wasted away and this time..." His

voice grew fierce.

"I would kill those Divine Bastards!" He declared.

His fingers curled into tight fists, nails digging into his palm as if to channel his

hatred.

As he stared into the mirror, his vision blurred.

Droplets of tears streamed down his cheeks.

He finally let out all the pain he'd been holding onto for a long time.

All of his past mistakes and regrets seemed to reappear.

But in this strange moment, he saw an opportunity to change the course of his

life.

To take back the future that had been stolen from him.

Eventually, he wiped away his tears and felt a sense of caution.

"I need to tread carefully," he thought, his forehead wrinkling in deep thought.

He understood that messing with history, even with good intentions, could

have unintended consequences for the present time.

The idea of the Butterfly Effect worried him.

As he breathed out, he reinforced his plan.

"The only thing I have going for me is what I know," he said quietly.

His most powerful tool was his knowledge of the future, stronger than anything

else.

He clenched his fist, showing his determination to use this advantage wisely.

But as he thought more, a feeling of guilt struck his heart.

It was the fragile connection between him and his mother.

He felt heavy with unsaid words, lost chances, and deep regret.

The image of her face, filled with love and pain, stayed with him like a ghost.

Daniel had a tough life since he was little. He was abandoned and often didn't

have enough food.

Then, by a surprising twist of fate, his mother, who had left him, came back.

He couldn't forgive her for leaving, no matter how much she tried to make

amends.

At some point in his life when he discovered the truth and realized how much

she had done for him, it was too late for Daniel to accept her love.

And it was one of his regrets, perhaps, the most hurtful one.

'If only I didn't indulge myself in my hatred and my ego, I wouldn't have that

let happen'

He gritted his teeth over his foolishness of hatred.

And the Apocalypse reminded him how much he hated those 'Divine' bastards.

Once again, his hatred towards these beings could be seen in his eyes.

'Even when I hated her to the core she still protected me and sacrificed her life

for me...but I realized it all too late...but now! I won't let that foolishness

overtake me'

Now, with this opportunity, he decided to make things right and wouldn't

repeat the same history.

He would change his cowardice and his acceptance towards his mother, and

most importantly, he would undo what he couldn't do.

*Knock*

"Sweety, Mom has cooked some food for you...Do you want to eat with me...?"

There was a voice, nervous and mature, quivered from beyond the door while

carrying a fragile hope.