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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

Mr./Ms. Cat

Noelle, Neia and Arteria quietly left the room, leaving me alone with a cold silence.

Ah, finally, some peace.

I might have gone a bit too harsh while scolding Noelle, but I was left with no choice; her incessant interventions in my life were getting a bit annoying.

Like, I get it, you want to repay me for saving your life, but I don't want it so please, go fuck yourself.

Well, whatever. Let's move on to more productive things now.

Time to waste my time in one of the worst ways possible; cleaning up after myself.

Good grief, I really need an assistant.

Perhaps I should ask Lecia. I mean, she did try to kill me earlier, so the least she can do is act as my maid. I could even ask her to wear a maid uniform.

Huh, that got kinkier than I was expecting it to.

But it's still a proposal worth thinking over. For now, let's clean up the room and ponder over it while lying like a corpse on my bed.

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Wheew.