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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

Disgusting Behaviour

"Hey Samur!" The door to my room burst open.

Umm, Noelle, have you ever heard of the social concept called 'manners'?

Because frankly speaking, you just barging into my room like that is, for lack of a better term, disgusting behaviour.

"Yea?"

Her repulsive conduct aside, let's find out what she's here for.

"You didn't show up for dinner, so I came to check on you."

Wait, it's this late already? And I haven't even started making my heart.

I could have completed it a long time ago if not for my shit body which has no Magic Calculation Area.

I mean, I have the structure of the magic formations required to create the heart inside my head, but the moment I try to visualise them and bring them to reality, my body just gives up.

It's like fitting a V12 Racing Engine into a Remote-Controlled Car; it has so much raw power (19,300 hp) but there's only so much that the car itself can handle. It won't travel faster than a normal car.