Regression of the Golden ONE [litrpg] [Urban Fantasy]

I was victorious. Past tense. Tragic, really. Foes and friends, all dead. Fully traumatized. Still coping with it. But it wasn't all, this is the end bulllshit. The System gave me the polite fiction of a choice: Ascend. Become the lonely god of a fresh, empty universe… Or go back. Rip time open like cheap wrapping paper and try again. I chose to Rip. Obviously. Now it’s 2026 again. The wars haven’t started yet. The betrayals are still just bad dreams. My loved ones still breathes. I should have come back diminished, humbled, a fragile thing waiting to be crushed by the timeline. I didn’t. All the power followed. All the titles. All the blood on my hands. And the world? It’s watching. It’s pissed, but I can make do. There are gods and monsters out there, sure. Hunters in the shadows. A timeline that very much wants to stay on its rails. But honestly? I’m far more interested in seeing just how far I can bend this second chance, save everyone, save the world, and maybe ....just maybe. Save myself in the process. A dark regression progression fantasy featuring a man who’s already won once, an extremely hostile System, consequences that followed him home, and a universe that’s about to learn what happens when the final boss gets a do-over.