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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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"So now do you understand why what you did was not just a mere joke?!"

Welcome to the trap, Lecia.

"Somewhat. But the reason I thought of pulling that prank is that I did not understand your pain, no?"

Control, Samur. Don't laugh.

"Of course, you didn't! Someone who has lived a life full of happiness could never understand me or my suffering!" Lecia suddenly got heated up.

Perhaps she's not fond of the idea of not being understood?

Azell frowned the moment he heard that. Neia, on the other hand, seemed to be deep in thought.

I can already imagine what both of them are thinking.

"There's nothing we can do about that, I suppose. However…" I acted like I was hesitating.

"…" She furrowed her brows, as if asking me to continue.

"Are you sure you are not overreacting?"

"…Ha," with widened eyes, Lecia let out a scoff full of disbelief.

Her grip on my collar tightened.