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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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"Meow," Mr. Cat mewed.

"So you're back, huh?"

The sheer audacity of this cat is just astounding. The moment shit hit the fan, it quickly fled and left me alone to deal with it.

And now that the matter is resolved, it's back.

Wow.

"Now, was that it, or do you have something else you want to discuss with me? Maybe another one of you wants to apologise for something I hardly remember?"

I mean, it's all well and good that Arteria is feeling sorry for what she did last night, but like I said, it doesn't really matter to me.

After all, I specifically guided her to say those things to make her feel guilty and make her clean my room.

And I must say that she did a spectacular job. 

I checked the room when I came back, and there was not a single drop of blood tarnishing my room. 

The room had been aired out properly as well, so not even the faintest whiff of blood remained.

Her work truly was commendable. She's talented.