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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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Pointy bois

"Just wait and watch," Samur said (in Azell's voice) bemusedly.

Hmm, now that he thought about it, Lecia had been awfully quiet even though her precious hero Azell had come to save her.

'Don't tell me she's so ecstatic that she cannot even speak?' Samur scowled.

If that indeed was the case, that would be a yikes from him. Because that meant that there were chances that Lecia would turn into a mentally unstable obsessive 'yandere' for Azell, who would stop at nothing to get him to stay by her side.

Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine. Good thing he masked his voice.

Samur conjured another ice spear and made it float right in front of Tristan's face.

As the kidnapper gulped, Samur asked Lecia, "Are you alright?"

Leica, who was still bound to the chair and had her eyes covered, flinched.

"Did he do anything else to you?" Samur asked in a cold voice as he doused the healing potion on where Tristan had plunged the knife.