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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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A setback

The moment the guard stopped right before the pillar Mr. Cat was hiding behind, so did the latter.

Right now, Mr. Cat was in his most compromising position. If the guard so much as looked down, he would be caught and escorted out of the castle.

The guard raised his eyebrows for a moment, then shook his head with a scoff and resumed his patrol.

Mr. Cat heaved a sigh of relief in his heart and continued shifting his position according to the guard's movements.

Suddenly, the guard turned around and looked towards the pillar.

Mr. Cat almost shrieked, but managed to keep his mouth shut and remained absolutely still.

It wasn't that the guard's eyesight was based on movement, but that a slight change in his position would make his body visible to the guard.