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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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Battling Healer

"Yes, a Dragon," I nodded at the bewildered wankers.

"Ah!" Neia exclaimed. "So that's how you-" She stopped just as suddenly as she had exclaimed.

Phew. That was close.

The last thing I want is for Azell and Noelle to hear about how I had once again blown up both of my arms.

Also, aren't people supposed to have such epiphanies in their minds? Why did Neia have to blurt it out like that?

Neia, you fucking dumbass.

"Yes, yes I did," I replied before she could fuck things up even more.

"What are you talking about?" Azell asked, his eyes showing that he was interested in the topic of our conversation.

Time to finesse these motherfuckers.

"Well, you tell me. How do you think I created a World Record for the fastest dungeon clearing time?"

"Ahhhh…" he nodded. "So you killed those monsters with guns?"

"Yup. The dungeon was a trial run for these guns. Am I pronouncing them right, by the way?"