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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_

Anit666 · Fantasy
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240 Chs

Damn, she’s good

"…"

"…"

Voloha continued looking into my eyes like she was staring into my soul itself.

Like hot damn, girl, I know I'm hot but we're not even married so please stop with that sinful eye locking.

"You aren't joking, are you?" she asked as she looked at the bottle placed on the table.

"I can demonstrate it to you if you want."

"And how will you do that?" her eyebrows went up.

"Well, it's an Elixir so I'll have to, you know, give myself a sword in my throat."

"Absolutely not!" Noelle exclaimed.

Huh, she stopped me before I could even consider doing it.

Damn, she's good.

"Alright, calm down, that was a joke."

These guys can't even take a fucking joke. They have a zero sense of humour.

Had I known these guys were so stuck up, I would never have joined them. Should I just resign and look for a new Guild in, you know, a new world in a new life?

That's a tempting proposition.