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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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Noelle 2.0

"Is everything alright?" I smiled as I asked.

Of course, if one were to ask 100 people if Voloha is alright or not, all 100 of them would say no.

That's how terrified she looked right now.

And her fear was understandable; after all, she just saw someone (aka moi) who was outside of fate.

She should have felt it in her bones that I was someone in an entirely different plane of existence.

"…Y-yes." She stiffly nodded.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The next moment, her trembling stopped and her expression gradually returned to normal.

"Yes, I'm alright, Samur." She smiled at me, sweetly.

Did she just brush off that feeling like it was some run of the mill 2-minute existential crisis?

Wow, this girl is scary. Mommy, please come pick me up.

"Peeping isn't a good habit, you know." I sighed.

"I'm truly sorry." She bowed her head. "I just had to confirm that you were Samur."