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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

Path of landmines

Like bruh, maybe I really should rip that heart out.

"You didn't tell me anything about this."

"I told you, Arteria, just get the fuck out. Please."

As if performing a motherfucking heart transplant surgery (where I actually had to keep the patient awake as well as alive) wasn't tiring in itself, I'm now being criticised for just doing my job.

Not to mention that I have to thoroughly clean the room because I don't want someone to smell the scent of blood and barge into my room to check if I'm alright or some shit.

Seriously though, what's her problem?

Was she so proud of being a pure-blooded Vampire? Does she believe that by modifying her body, I have violated its sanctity and turned her into a monster?

Mortals and their puny pride, I tell you.

"The changes that my body is experiencing…" her voice slightly trembled, and she took a deep breath to calm herself. "Are they similar to Vafferan?"

"What?"

Is that a joke?