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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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"Well, lucky for me, she's not a mere sniper," Samur said as Tristan's legs were cleanly blown off.

As Samur said, Ms. Childbeater here wasn't just a sniper. She was the Sniper Mk-II, currently using the Gauss Sabot Rifle Mk-VII.

This particular rifle was strong enough to easily pierce through a Dragon's hide (unlike the Mk-III version which exploded and destroyed Samur's arm); Tristan's Aura defence was like a piece of paper in front of it.

However, what was more interesting was that Neia seemed to have a heaven defying talent with guns. In fact, this was the first shot which hadn't killed someone; every shot before this had taken someone's life.

It seemed that the healer had a talent in taking others' lives.

Now, as Tristan groaned due to the excruciating pain (he just lost both of his legs, after all), he lost his focus.