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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 · Fantasie
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240 Chs

I might not look like it

"I'm not talking about that. I want your real story."

Oh my, would you look at her.

"I'm not sure what you mean by that."

What exactly does she mean by 'real story'? Don't tell me that she believes the backstory I recounted to them was fake.

If yes, then there's nothing we can do about it. 

I'll just be the bigger man and pardon her because everyone makes mistakes.

Pfft!

Just kidding. Go fuck yourself, Arteria.

"Well, right now, a 12-year-old child is transplanting a new heart in me that he made himself. What am I supposed to make of it?"

"That the child is probably a once in a millennium genius and you should devote yourself to him I mean you should help him reach new heights."

I mean, if Lecia or Clementine turned out to be geniuses, I'd help them cultivate their talent because that's what a normal person would do.

And there is no one who is more normal than me.