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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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Mission booklet

"Ha! Would you look at him-" Before Guard A could finish his words, his head burst apart.

Like, it literally just burst apart, as if someone has pricked a balloon full of water with a needle. Except that in this case, instead of water, blood and flesh is what fell down.

"W-what the hell!?" Guard B screamed.

Actually, that's what I want to ask, Guard B.

I mean what the actual fuck?

"What the fuck, Neia?"

Jesus fucking Christ. Her character development as a psychopath was supposed to be a mere joke.

She wasn't supposed to take it literally and actually go down the path to becoming a serial killer.

「What?」

"Why did you shoot him in the head?"

I was slightly worried about her being afraid of killing actual living people, but she just went and killed someone without even being asked to.

Wow.

「You asked me… to give a warning shot.」

Boy oh boy.

"A warning shot doesn't go the face, Neia."