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

Professional Older Brother

No wonder the name sounded familiar! Arla was the name of my granddaughter from my second last life- as far as I can remember, anyway.

She should have been in her thirties by now with a happy, loving family living her best life, but to think she's fucking dead. Wow.

Well, Arla is not that uncommon of a name, so probability wise, Dora's mother is most probably someone other than my granddaughter.

But the possibility still exists.

"How old was Arla when she came into the Tutorial?"

Let's ask the big gurl herself.

"23, I think," Jennifer replied after thinking for a moment.

The number of candles on Dora's birthday cake was 7, which means this Mommy Arla (that sounds so bad) should have been around 30 today.

The age does match up.


Does that mean Dora is my great-granddaughter?

W o W.

"I see. Please continue."

Fascinating, but not ideal. Dora's affairs have become a lot more personal now.