Apocalypse Forecast - Chapter 711 - 583 Regression Drug_2

After the hard struggle of a post-80s Shen Feiyang, he met with a tragic car accident in his fifties. When he again opened his eyes, he did not see the white walls of a hospital, nor had he arrived at the netherworld. Instead, he had transmigrated into the body of the post-50s young girl, Shen Yunfang.He had transmigrated into an era where people could not get enough to eat or sufficient clothes to wear.Humph, such hardships could not defeat a wise woman who had battled through society for half her life. Watch as she, with a chicken in her left hand and a duck in her right, carries a chubby baby on her back and sings triumphantly along the way.

She killed his wife, destroyed his reputation, and ran off with his son. 8 years later, she returned home with her genius son, who already had a fiancée. “Give me the child, or you can’t afford the price.”“A girl who eats meat and vegetables doesn’t suffer, if you want a child, find yourself a woman to give you one.”

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.

When I came to, I had reincarnated along with the base fortress from my sci-fi game. What’s more, I was in the form of the female avatar I used in the game. All around me was an endless ocean, with no iron, no fuel, no energy, nothing at all! No matter how advanced sci-fi technology is, without resources, nothing can be made. Despite this, the natives use some sort of incomprehensible technology called magic, and there’s not a trace of science to be found. Most importantly, I want to eat proper meals for nourishment, not just survive on IV drips! This is the story of a TS girl surviving in a fantasy world together with a super-advanced but spoiled AI administrator.