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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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Reflection

"Let's go," Noelle said.

"Sure."

So we left the room together. Of course, on my way out, I gave a 'Thank You' nod to the guards.

It's important to show gratitude to those working in the service industry because they are always so underappreciated.

After a few minutes, we reached the party hall. Since there weren't that many people in this party, finding the members of the New Dawn Guild wasn't that hard.

First of all, why are they still alone? I thought that the fiasco with Noelle could help them socialise and form connections, yet there they are, standing in a group in a corner.

Look, even Jennifer is talking with others and sharing drinks with them. Damn, who would have thought that these guys were even more of an introvert than me. Wow.

"After you," I said to Noelle.

Without saying anything, she took the lead and approached the other wankers.

"Noelle?" Arteria, who was the first to notice her, muttered out.