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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

Intrinsic Responsibility

"So, tell me, Lecia. What is your worth?"

Of course, some idealistic assholes (or twitter warriors who have nothing better to do) might argue that life is so precious that it's worth cannot be measured by our mortal, materialistic standards.

But that's not how the real-world works, champ. Here, everyone is being constantly evaluated on how beneficial their existence is to others. That's how their worth is decided.

Someone who is completely useless to others is usually thrown away, cast aside like the wrapper of a chocolate.

They might get picked up by a philanthropist later, but the chances of that happening are so low that I wouldn't count on that.

Of course, as a nihilist, I firmly believe that all life is equally worthless, but we are not here to discuss my beliefs.

We are here to finesse some motherfuckers.

"That is…" Lecia stumbled on her words.

"Go on. Are you, in any way, valuable to our Guild?"