Regression. It was a word that held a lot of weight. In the world of Manhua Men, it was a belief that held just as much power as any religion. To some, it was a sign of hope – to return back to the past with everything you knew. To others, it was seen as a curse – to return knowing the cruel reality ahead of you. A doomed destiny, like ant struggling against a giant. Some could never overcome the gaps of reality. A talentless loser would always remain a talentless loser. For Zhang Xuan, it was a hope that kept him moving. He dreamed endlessly of returning back to the past one day. One day, a miracle would set him free from the hell that had become his life. If he could just be like the protagonists of the online Manhuas he used to read. A burning, evergrowing hope that he could remake himself as someone better, someone smarter or richer. Someone Superior. "Yeah one day...One day I'll go back and show them all!" Several months ago, he was still a stay at home loser. Living an unev

Here, Zhang had to endure the tribulation of finding a good apartment.He scoured every part of the city, visiting countless desolate buildings and empty residential complexes. But no matter where he looked, he couldn't seem to find a suitable place for him to move into. These places were often too crowded, or too run down for him to bother moving into. He refused to move into a place with too much noise, or rats! He needed to remain in seclusion, and not risk creating any variables before the apocalypse began.With each passing day, his anxiety grew stronger as it became clear that he was running out of time. Finally, after spending days of tirelessly searching for a home, Zhang Xuan stumbled upon an old apartment building hidden away in a quiet corner of the city. Zhang Xuan only had 45 days left until the beginning of the apocalypse.The building was rundown and decrepit, with many rooms left unoccupied by previous tenants who never returned or moved elsewhere. But despite its a

Arrogant and entitled, the young master sneered as he surveyed the shabby apartment complex. He looked down on the landlord who owned the property, regarding him with disdain and contempt.Clicking his tongue in disgust, he scoffed at the run-down appearance of the building. It was clear that he saw himself as superior to everyone around him - after all, only lowborn and undeserving individuals would be willing to rent a place like this."Well what are you waiting for stupid trash? Are you going to sell me the apartment or what!?" The young master glared at the landlord, his eyes filled with hostility and disrespect. He sneered at him as he crossed his arms over his chest, clearly intent on causing trouble for the poor man. He was rich, and the land lord was a simple man barely unable to manage such a run down place!Why wouldn't he look down on him?The land lord was shaking in fear as he took a step backwards, his brow furrowed in anxiety. He knew that he couldn't afford to anger t

The young master's face paled as he backed away from Zhang Xuan. "I- I'll call the police!" he threatened weakly. His hands trembled greatly with fear, he clutched into his pocket looking for his cell phone desperately. Zhang Xuan looked at the young master's pathetic blunder. Watching as he could barely focus enough to properly pick up his phone. Several objects began to fall from the young master's pockets while he scrounged for his phone. The young master even carelessly tossed his very wallet to the ground, filled with several hundreds of bills! Right before pulling out his cell phone. "I have my phone right here, you're finished! You'll be arrested for fifth degree assault!!!"Zhang Xuan just scoffed at that. "And what will the police do? You are the one who attacked me!" Zhang Xuan then menacingly approached the young master, "You are like an ant!" The young master quivered with fear even more, before daring to open his mouth once again. "H- How dare you! My father is the head