Chapter 2: Chapter 1
I wake up in a room, a strange sense of deja vu hit me.
The ceiling was white, the walls were grey, the furniture was sparse, and only had the necessities.
Small potted plants and succulents in white cups were set on the counter.
Dim moonlight entered through the clear windows on one wall, casting long shadows on the floor.
'It worked'
I regressed.
I'm still alive.
'And so is she'
Rhea, my ex-lover, and my killer.
I was a pretty rich kid, my parents left me with a sizable inheritance when they died in an accident.
No relatives were trying to steal my money, no siblings trying to murder me for the inheritance, nothing of the sort.
But the people around me had tried to befriend me with a mask of fake smiles.
Rhea was someone I met that didn't know who I was, and didn't care for who I was.
It was a first, and I guess that was also an act.
When the apocalypse came, I was of the strongest inhabitants on Earth.
She betrayed me. Deceived me. Used me and played me around like a fiddle.
I guess I was also pretty stupid to believe her back then.
Taking deep breaths, I get rid of her image from my mind for the time being.
Unplugging my phone from the side table, I turn it on.
I quickly enter the passcode and check for the date.
'Sun, Dec 26'
The apocalypse started on the new year, January 1st.
I regressed to a week before that started.
And today was the day I was to meet Rhea.
Yesterday was Christmas, I didn't really have any friends or family to celebrate with so I just had a few bobbles hanging around.
Getting up from my single bed, I walk slowly on the wooden floor, getting used to the nostalgic sensations.
I had once been one of the strongest in the end times, and my sense of weight had been slightly skewed, like all my other senses as well.
Walking around the penthouse, I find myself in the bathroom. There was a maroon tint to the curtains, turning on the lights, I face my reflection in the clean mirror.
A thin young man with short black hair and blue eyes stares back at him. His skin is pale and there are signs of eyebags under his navy orbs.
Overall he would be considered very handsome, thin nose, a sharp chin, and a cold look on his face.
Though the pale skin and thin limbs made him look like a cold sickly beauty.
Cleansing my teeth, I go to the kitchen and grab some bread out of the cold metal fridge.
Adding some peanut butter and jam, I bite into the plain breakfast and walk to the wooden desk on the other side of the room.
The lights were lit up dimly with a golden hue, and on the table sat a closed laptop, its charger blinked with a small blue light.
Papers with small lettering scribbled upon them were piled on the desk messily.
Grabbing a blank notebook under the stack of papers, I turn to the first page and begin jotting down what I remembered.
'Apocalypse starts on new year 12:00 AM UTC time'
Drawing a straight line below, I scribble details about what was to happen.
'Phase one, zombie apocalypse'
'Phase two, integration'
'Phase three, ???'
I had died at the start of phase three, so I didn't have any information about that phase but my knowledge of the first two was top notch.
The first phase, which I will call the zombie apocalypse, for the time being, is when the system introduces mana into the world.
When mana is introduced to the world, undead races including but not limited to zombies, vampires, specters, and skeletons.
Old relics and myths will revive and more than half the total human population die of falling prey to the undead, becoming an undead, death by human greed and selfishness, or just suicide.
When the inserted mana calms down and the undead fall from lack of chaotic mana, the second phase starts.
I wasn't so sure about the technical side of it but other fantasy-like races will start to appear.
The Earth would expand and the plates will shift, new continents rise and others will fall.
Inhabitants, along with the other races will learn to co-exist and work together.
And in the end, the leaders will get a 'qualification' to go to the third and final phase.
When that happened, I was already killed.
The pen glided the paper, neat handwriting in a weird language, similarly structured to the Hindi written language, though not exact.
I sigh as I stare at the paper, I always had the habit of writing things down in case I forgot, which proved to be harmful in more ways than good.
Carefully ripping out the piece of paper that was slightly larger than the palm of my hand, I fold it into fours and tucked it under my laptop.
Looking at the time, it was still fairly early and there would be no more school as there was winter break, I'm at a loss at what to do.
'Should I prepare for the upcoming apocalypse?'
No, the food humanity relied on would all mutate after a few days.
'Do I warn the world of what's to come?'
Hah, who would believe a second-generation rich kid that still lives off his dead parents' money like me?
'Or...'
No, I get rid of the thoughts that were about to enter my head and stand up.
Rather than that, I change my sleepwear into a black sweater with a hood, and some comfy sweats.
Wrapping a grey scarf with black stripes around my neck, I pocket my phone and put on my hood. Picking out white sneakers, I tie them on and grab the keys on the table.
Opening the door, cold air hits my face as I wince a bit, closing the wooden door behind me, I head downstairs and break into a small jog.
Seeing the quiet scenery pass by, I feel a sense of nostalgia hit me, my heart aching.
Images of the ruined buildings overlapped with my vision as some small tears fall out.
I hurriedly wipe them off with my sleeve and slow my pace a little.
'...Will they still be there? Or am I too late?'
After a few more minutes of jogging, I take a turn into a bright alleyway, it was just like any other if one didn't count the bright lights.
Slowing down a little, I scan the area for anything unusual, before laying my eyes on a large cardboard box.
I crouch to see two balls of fur huddled in the thin blankets that coated the box.
Carefully, I pick them up and cradle the two fur babies in the palms of my hands.
The black kitten who just woke up, feeling movement, mewled and looked up at me with its vigilant azure eyes.
Memories of the two flashed in my mind, they were twin kittens that mutated in the first phase, I had inadvertently saved them once and they swore to be loyal to me.
Protecting me until the very end.
'I'm sorry'
This time, I will be the one to protect you.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
YueLqn
YueLqn Kaisen is basically Kaizen meaning "continuous improvement" in Japanese but I altered the spelling slightly qnq
.
gonna alternate between regressor, reincarnator, and transmigrator.
.
the setting is in the modern world, a few years from now btw