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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_

Anit666 · Fantasia
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240 Chs

I got you!

"You, Neia, have the potential to be the Dragon God."

"…" She looked at me like I was a fucking idiot.

"…" I nodded vigorously at her.

"Pfft! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" She burst out in a maniacal laughter, but her eyes showed a different emotion.

Hmm, yes, Samur Comedy Champion Eckart at your service.

"Hahahaha, I, hahha, am going to be, hahahahahaha, the Dragon God?!"

"Not exactly. You just have the potential. How you use it would determine whether you can be a God or not."

"Pfft, right." She dismissed me with a wave and a slight glare.

Did I step on a landmine?

"No, no, I'm serious."

"Hah, as if a defect like me could be a God." Neia rolled her eyes.

"You had the same reaction when I said I'd create a world record. Where are we now, hmm?"

Hmm, could this woman be perhaps one of my people? I mean, to refuse to learn anything from one's mistakes is exactly what I do.