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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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Part of the Grand Plan

"Nah, it doesn't suit you," they cruelly insulted my spectacular choice.

"It doesn't?"

"Nope.

"Hmm. Hold on, then. Let me try something else."

But since they're the experts (apparently), I'll let it go this time and listen to their advice.

And so, I once again entered the bathroom, took off my shirt and donned another one.

Then I exited the bathroom, "How about this?"

"Hmm," Arteria stroked her chin like she was an old man evaluating young boys in a not so wholesome auction. "This looks good."

"Yeah," Neia nodded. "The combination of black and yellow looks good on you."

Needless to say, they were talking about my yellow shirt and jet-black jeans.

"Yup." Noelle added.

Clementine just flashed me a thumbs up, while Lecia, as usual, didn't pay me any heed.

I like that girl's energy. I seriously hope the others could learn from her.

Now, one might wonder what the hell was going on here.