Synopsis
It's the age of Transmigration. My plan was simple — get reborn into one of those sweet, fluffy childcare stories where the heroine is adored by everyone and life is warm and soft. That is not what happened. I ended up inside the absolute worst novel on the market. Top of every "do not enter" list. The undisputed champion of grinding, suffocating despair. I transmigrated into an infinite regression tragedy called: Return Until the World is Saved. The survival difficulty alone is already S-rank, and on top of that, I didn't even land somewhere useful. No noble daughter, no important…
