I don’t have a hero complex. I don’t intend to remain humble either. All I am is a Fan, of the grandeur that is Sumatra. This world has everything necessary to charm your inner child: Mountains that roll around like worms, seas that curl up like flowers, and majestic beasts that thunder your breath away. 

I’ve reincarnated many times on Sumatra, to protect it from external invasions while rejoicing its beauty. This time is no different. However, the current enemy is someone who has outscaled the power system. 

Hence, I will Regress Seven Times in an attempt to defeat the enemy. Why only seven, you ask?

Because that’s all this Fan can hope to endure. Regressions come with risks and inclining baggage, after all.

"Wake up…" The familiar voice of the Bhirully rang in his ears as Raurau got up with a start. And then, he regretted the decision. 


"Subtle Terrain Domination? I love it!" The maniacal roars of the Empyrean Boar King resounded as it treated the neck of the Empyrean Snapper like a noodle and was greedily slurping it out. 


The sheer girth of the Empyrean Snapper neck was almost the size of the Empyrean Boar King's body. But with an abundant display of avarice, the Empyrean Boar King was greedily consuming the Empyrean Snapper, despite being attacked by the second Empyrean Snapper. 


"Ah…ah…AHHHH!" Raurau screamed in pain, feeling as if his heart was being brutally, violently ripped out and was being shredded dozens of times every second amidst regeneration to put him in a hell of soul-rending pain. 


Chapter 133 - We’re One