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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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"After all, unlike you, we all need to put in our hours if we don't want to sleep on an empty stomach."

Lecia has been leeching off our generosity so she probably wouldn't understand, but here in the real world, one has to work hard if they want to put food in their stomach.

Of course, that's assuming that back at the organisation, Lecia wasn't starved for offences like refusing to heal a customer.

I'm… pretty sure she wasn't.

"Yet here you are, enjoying cranberry juice baths instead of… putting in your hours? I don't even know what that's supposed to mean," Lecia rolled her eyes.

Alright, that was a low blow.

I wonder how she'll react if she learns that it wasn't Cranberry juice that I bathed in, but the blood of my enemies.

That sounded way too edgier than I wanted it to.