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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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The prelude

"So yea, I'd recommend against opening your mouth," even though they couldn't see his face, courtesy of his mask, everyone felt that he was smiling.

Denial of existence was a magic in a realm that only a handful had reached.

But for some reason, everyone felt that the man would follow through his words.

There was a certain aura around him which made him incomprehensible.

No, the aura itself was incomprehensible, which made it impossible to determine anything about him.

In fact Jennifer wasn't even sure the man on the stage was actually a man; for all she knew, he could be a woman, or someone who sexually identified themselves as an Apache attack helicopter.

She wasn't sure if that existence was even human.

And strangely enough, this made her want to trust his words.

This… being was using pretty high-grade camouflage magic. In other words, he was likely very strong.