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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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Just Do It

Are you sure you want to leave this to me?" Arteria asked, her hands trembling a bit.

"Well, you tell me. Will Noelle, or anyone else for that fact, help me with something like this?"

"They'll beat you up for even thinking about it."

Wut? Why so serious?

"There you have it. Besides, what's the problem? Isn't this interesting?"

I'm not sure if she could find anything more interesting than this.

"Doing a heart transplant isn't what I would call interesting!" She exclaimed.

"Oh God, stop being such a baby about it. It's just a heart."

Besides, I'm the one who'll be doing most of the work. 

I mean, no way in hell will I hand the task over to someone who looks like they'll end up bypassing my heart to my intestines.

"Your heart!"

"Same thing. We don't have all day, so let's get on with it."

"Wait, what about your Divine Rings?"

"Hmm? Divine Rings?"

Are they what I'm thinking them to be?