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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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The Sword

"Ah, by the way, did you hear?" Jennifer asked as if she had just remembered something.

"No."

I denied because I naturally hadn't heard anything during the time I was in my room. And since I hadn't left my room, I was naturally unaware of what Jennifer was talking about.

Hmm, now that I think about it, someone in my position would be expected to leave their room to, I dunno, explore this Guildhouse or some similar cringey shit, but you know ya boi was too preoccupied with thinking about how to die in the most horrible way for an ez gg in the bloody bois' challenge.

"A warehouse in the forest outside the city was burnt down," Jennifer continued 'normally', yet a probing gaze was masterfully hidden behind her eyes.

Seems like this little mamacita suspects that I have something to do with that burning.

And honestly, I have no idea why she would think that.