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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

The stage is set

'Let's see if this will impress you, you pieces of shit.'

Samur snapped his fingers again; that was a lot of snapping for one day.

At this point he was getting sick of it. There won't be any snapping for the next few weeks, that's for sure.

Anyway, the moment he made a noise by pressing his middle finger against his thumb and suddenly releasing it, the ice swords in the air started rotating horizontally, just like the ice sword he had used to cleave his arm.

One (as long as they weren't incredibly dumb) didn't need any future prediction skill to know what was about to come. They had already seen it before, after all.

As the speed of the rotating blades increased, Samur took another Elixir out of his Inventory.

Simultaneously, two translucent, yellow arms appeared in the air behind him, obviously conjured through magic. He handed that bottle to them.