The regression protocol
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Last published Tue, Dec 9, 2025
CURRENTLY ON HOLD BECAUSE OF ONGOING IMP EXAM ( till march)
Avni, India's most brilliant ethical hacker, is betrayed by her closest friend, framed for treason, and shot dead-her story ending in blood and disgrace. But fate has other plans. A strange notification on her broken phone drags her back into her 14-year-old body, memories intact. Now, with the mind of a master hacker and sharp wit, she must untangle the web of betrayal before it weaves again, dodging danger, rewriting destiny, and cracking jokes between battles.
Would you like to restart?
If not responded to within 7 minutes, you will be automatically regressed into the past.
Yes / No
The timer ticked down in eerie silence.
Seven minutes later, as the world below mourned and whispered, the phone glowed with a low hum:
Processing regression protocol... transferring user...
-What happens next when she suddenly turns into a teenager? Will she be able to change her destiny now? will she fight the enemies hiding in shadows?
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