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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_

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How far?

"Is something the matter?" Samur asked in Azell's voice.

Of course, he didn't forget to smile like a victor when he said that.

This smile was always effective.

That's when it dawned on Tristan. The pieces inside his mind clicked and formed the complete picture.

"So… it has always been you."

"Exactly, Mr. Kidnapper," Samur winked. "It has always been me."

Get pranked, big gurl.

Also, Lecia was still crying as the knife was still in her arm. But Samur and Tristan seemed to occupied with themselves to pay any mind to her.

<This fucker...> Neia growled.

As she had feared, the kidnappers were using Lecia.

"B-but… why would you do that?" Tristan asked in stupefaction.

His confusion was understandable.

Tristan's first impression of Samur was a piece of shit who didn't care for, or hated even, Lecia.