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_

Anit666 · Fantasy
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Birthday Party?

"Because we are going to a birthday party," Jennifer smiled in response to my question.


I'm 100% sure that Jennifer is feeling really smug right now for suggesting her 10000 IQ 'solution'.

She must think it was absolutely genius of her to take me to a birthday party because I didn't host one on my own to show me how wrong I was and how much I missed by not celebrating my own birthday.

Honestly, Jennifer should just go fuck herself.

"Who's birthday party?"

Besides, isn't it too convenient that she has a birthday party ready to take me to the moment I told her that I didn't celebrate my own?

I call bullshit on this one, chief.

Azell, the cheeky motherfucker, must be behind this. He must have collaborated with Jennifer to ensure that I would go to a fucking birthday party and enjoy myself.

He's going hard to prevent me from killing myself.

Of course, his efforts will be in vain.