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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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Morality vs Efficiency

"You are a part of an organisation that wants Lecia, right?"

"Yes," Tristan readily replied.

Hmm, that was a bit too basic, now that I think about it, but hey, anything for passing time. As long as I don't have to handle the wankers back at the Guild.

"And the reason the organisation likes her so much is because of her special skill."

"Yes."

"And if I'm guessing it correctly, the skill, which can heal any wound as long as the person isn't dead, comes with a price. The price, which Lecia has to pay, is to either feel all the pain that the person she's healing is feeling, or to bear a set amount of pain depending on the severity of the wound she's healing."

It's most probably the latter.

After all, when she used the skill to heal me after almost choking me to death (in her eyes), she groaned and grunted, as if she was hurting. However, I hadn't felt any pain from her pathetic attempt at non-kinkily choking me.