[1ST POV INITIALLIZE]
As I cried my eyes out, I felt a burning sensation in my eyes and congestion in my nose. Opening my eyes and staring at her, my nose was running, and I couldn't help but feel like a mess, crying like a crybaby.
"If you're truly a regressor, why can't you use magic?" I managed to say, my voice quavering and strained from crying.
She avoided my gaze and looked elsewhere as she responded, "It takes time for my narrative energy to be recognized by this world. For now, it's sealed inside me, and I convert it into raw strength."
An idea popped into my mind. Wiping away my tears, I asked in a serious voice, "Can I become a regressor?"
A look of doubt tinged with fear appeared on her face. She frowned and hesitated before responding, "Even if you become a regressor, you won't be able to change this timeline."
