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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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Not Lecia

"What?" Tristan furrowed his brows.

Looks like my words have once again bamboozled him; he simply cannot wrap his head around what I just said.

People would laugh and spit in my face if told that this was the guy I was having an intellectual conversation with just seconds ago.

Is he suffering from dissociative personality disorder or what?

Rather than the mentally unstable members of the New Dawn Guild, he's the one who needs my therapy the most.

F.

"What?" I asked in return.

Let's first determine what this wanker is actually confused about.

"What do you mean you expected it?"

Ah, so that's what he could not understand. The words themselves were self-explanatory though.

Or is it that even though he understood the meaning of every individual word, he cannot quite grasp the meaning of the sentence formed through them, probably because he doesn't want to.