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How to Raise Your Regressor

A Professional Transmigrator meets a newbie Regressor. ❄️❄️❄️ He lived an average, fulfilling life and died of old age. The next moment, he opened his eyes as the Princess of Asmaria. While looking forward to his new life, he died again. And so began his 151,897,914th life as Samur Eckart. Samur is a Professional Transmigrator- or so he says, as he gets transmigrated into a new world every time he dies. However, each time, his memories return only moments before his death. If he successfully survives, he gets to live that life, if he dies, well, he just moves on to his next moment of death. Once again on the verge of death as Samur, he’s saved at the last moment by a young boy. Surprise, surprise, the young boy is a Regressor. As a man of honour, Samur intends to repay his debt then leave because the world is too inconvenient to live in. Well, that’s what he thought, at least, but the Regressor and his friends are kind of… weird, and he can’t seem to get away at all? However, not everything is as it seems. Samur’s whims have made him the part of an eternal lie. Shadows dance in glee as they concoct a requiem far grander than anyone can imagine, while the Lights tremble in delight as the apocalypse threatens the Universe. The dies have been cast, the play has been written, the characters are on the stage, and the sacrifices have been made. And so, it’s finally time to let this game begin. ~~~~~~~~ The cover photo obviously does not belong to me. Discord: https://discord.gg/qxmPDzXYTZ Instagram: @_anit666_

Anit666 · Fantasy
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240 Chs

A small experiment

But hey, as they say, every war has collateral damage in the form of countless innocents. This is more like a squabble than a war, sure, but the only collateral damage is Lecia so we're all fine and dandy.

For now, let's assume that she's perfectly fine while simultaneously preparing to extract the remains of her body from that warehouse.

「There are two guys guarding the door.」

"Roger."

Neia seems to be doing her job properly. Noice

As expected, the entrance is being guarded.

Since there were two guys in front of the door, I hid in the bushes and masked my presence.

It's evening right now and the forest is thicc I mean thick, so I doubt they can see or sense me right now.

From the gap in the leaves, I could see that there indeed were two people guarding the door.

From their attire (i.e. their armour and weapons), their way of standing, the sharpness in their gaze, it was clear that they were quite strong.