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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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Saving Lecia 101

"Goddamnit. Not another shirt," Samur sighed exasperatedly.

How many white shirts had he ruined by now? At this rate, half of his salary would go in buying new white shirts.

Perhaps he should get some black, or maybe crimson shirts to use in missions which require him to bathe in blood.

"…"

'His shirt is what he's worried about?' Tristan stared at him dumbfoundedly.

What about the fact that he literally coughed out blood from overexerting himself?

"Anyway, she should be here soon…" Samur rubbed his chin.

According to his calculations, Neia, after sensing the casting of his mighty magic spell, should be making her way towards this hall right now; she would kick that door open in about 10 seconds.

That in itself was fine- he didn't have any right to judge other people's fetishes. The problem was that she would scream something like, 'Samur! *insert a random quote here*'.