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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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"I was just worried about you, okay!?" Noelle exclaimed.

Good grief, this woman's incorrigible.

Also, I feel like we have been through this before.

"Yes, and I respect that, but there are some boundaries that have to be maintained. Some lines exist between people, and they shall never be crossed unless absolutely necessary."

"…" She bit her lips.

"I understand that what you did was out of your worry for me, but you also showed me your blatant mistrust in me."

"That's!" Her eyes widened. "I didn't mean that."

"Actions speak louder than words, Noelle. Tell me, how am I supposed to trust you when you don't?"

Gaslighting her might make me look like an asshole, but it was her who started this.

She should not have just barged into my room. 

I can tolerate someone giving me a horrific death, I can tolerate someone plaguing my life with boredom, but I will not stand by when my right to privacy is so blatantly violated.