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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

Off we go

"Maybe you don't need it, but it's still a must have in a dungeon."

"Nah, don't worry. I'll manage."

Because first of all, I'll be attacking everything that enters my visual range because offense is the best defence. Even if something managed to breach my barrage of attacks, I would still have magical defences set up around my body.

And if someone managed to get past even that, then… he'll stab me to death and allow me to move on to my next life.

A win-win for everyone.

Well, not everyone because the guild members would probably mourn my loss and blame themselves for not forcing me to wear a motherfucking armour, but that's a small price to pay for salvation.

"Look, you can either wear it yourself, or I'll grab you from behind while Noelle would undress you and force you into that armour."

From beside him, Noelle cracked her knuckles with a smile.

"Kinky."

"What?" Noelle stopped cracking her knuckles.