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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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Let’s begin

"Anyway, what happened to your armour?" Azell asked, his eyes genuinely curious.

Yup, that's the cue for us to start our play.

I quickly yet ever so blatantly glanced at Neia. She did the same and we nodded at each other.

Unless Noelle and Azell are blind, they should have noticed that.

Alright, the stage is set. All that's left is to play our part.

"I changed into my regular clothes before coming to meet you."

"Is that so?"

"Yup."

"I see," Azell nodded. "Anyway, this calls for a celebration."

"What?"

Is he seriously thinking of celebrating my action of changing into regular clothes before meeting him?

Just how rude are the people around him that a display of basic courtesy is a cause of celebration for him?

Bruh.

My condolences, Azell.

"Not only did you flawlessly clear your first dungeon, you also created a World Record. It's only natural to celebrate, right?"

"Ah, right."