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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

Sassy receptionist

"Hoh, boy."

Finally, I was in front of the HQ of the bloody bois. Well, I say HQ but I don't know whether this Guild has any other branches than their main one.

So let's just say that I'm finally at the Guild house of the bloody bois.

Getting here took longer than I thought because apparently, my body's directional sense is also shiet.

On my way here, I was pondering over life's important questions, such as whether I should drink a chocolate shake or coffee when I wake up. As I was so lost in my thoughts, I entrusted the navigation to my body, and it somehow made a full circle back to the New Dawn Guild.

For a moment, I thought that the bloody bois had copied our Guild house design and was about to sue them.

At this point, I'm probably better off designing a new body for myself than trying to fix this one. Doing so would also allow me to choose the physical aspects that suit me, so bonus points for that.