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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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"If I decide that I'll save someone, then I WILL save them. No matter the cost."

Hmm, no wait, that came out a bit wrong, I think.

"To be more precise," I spoke before Tristan could. "If I decide that someone should be saved, they WILL be saved, no matter what kind of 'saving' they need. It's like a natural law at this point. Just like how death follows life, anyone who fulfils the criteria of being my comrade will get my protection. Of course, there are some more rules here."

"Even this has rules?" Tristan scoffed.

"Everything has rules it must follow. In this criterion's case, let's say one of my comrades is about to die. Saving them would mean to prevent them from dying. However, if that comrade desires death from the bottom of their heart; not by some misguided ideal, but because they truly feel that they should die, I will respect their feelings and not save them."

As I always say, to each their own.

"That makes no sense."