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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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Phase 2

"Good evening to you too, Princess."

"You're half an hour late," Voloha harrumphed.

"You said that already."

Like, Jesus I ignored her earlier comment and greeted her to show her what she should do when she's meeting an acquaintance after some time, but she straight up ignored it like it was my comrades' pleas for me to value my life and commented on me being late once again.

Just why are people of this world so rude?

I get it, I'm half an hour late, but I had no choice, okay?

I was drowsy after that fiasco with Clementine (who would have thought that shooting my so-called little sister with come with consequences), so I made a cup of coffee and took a 20 minute nap (which surprisingly didn't extend into an 8 hour sleep) and took a bath because I wanted to feel refreshed.

Everyone does it, so stop guilt tripping me. Goddamnit.

"Then you should have been on time."

"I'll try my best next time."