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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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Slice of life

"Oh, right!" Dora exclaimed upon my reminder, grabbed Jennifer with her remaining hand and dragged both of us inside.

"Alright, alright, calm down," Jennifer warmly chuckled while closing the door behind her.

Dora, the girl who was small even for her age (sounds rich coming from me but you know), pulled us all the way to the living room.

"Why were you so late? I have been waiting for you all day!" She turned around and exclaimed after finally letting us go.

"Haha, she couldn't sit still the entire day," a woman standing in the kitchen connected to the living room chuckled warmly.

Hmm, was it just me or did I sense some displeasure behind her tone? It was really subtle, so I'm not really sure.

"Good evening, Mrs. Miller," Jennifer respectfully nodded towards her.

Yikes. Respect and Jennifer don't mix so well together.