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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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Wait for me

After the trio left, I took a nice, relaxing, hot shower to wash off the blood of my enemies I sent to their graves today.

I'm usually an advocate for cold showers, but it's really cold tonight so going under cold water would have definitely given me cold.

I probably could have used 'cold' a few more times there.

Anyway, no one likes Mr. Sniffles, so that's definitely not the first impression I want to make on the bloody bois.

After I got out, I was greeted by a mysterious creature.

"Meow."

"Here to evaluate the extent of the damage after the storm has passed, eh?"

The sheer audacity of Mr. Cat is astounding.

He sleeps in my bed right beside me, he eats the food I give him, he enjoys the baths that I give him, yet he runs away at the first sign of trouble.

It's like he has some kind of divine sensor which allows him to sense when one of the New Dawn Guild wankers is about to annoy me.