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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

Let’s lie, shall we?

"Uh-huh. In other words, let's lie."

"Hmmm…" Neia frowned, closed her eyes and cupped her chin, perhaps having an internal conflict about whether she should lie or not.

I actually didn't think she would ponder so much over such a simple matter.

I mean, everyone lies. The world itself is made up of lies, so one more addition to that bottomless pit of lies wouldn't really matter.

But I guess I can think that way because I can look at it objectively. For Neia, however, this particular lie is something she's personally involved in.

She's already carrying the burden of doing those things to me, and to her, lying about it must mean adding to that burden. 

She might be under the impression that telling them the truth would lessen her guilt because she will face punishment for her actions.