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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

Spy cat

"You're going on an expedition."

Hmm? Did I hear her right?

"An expedition? Me?"

"Yes. You and Neia are going to explore a dungeon."

Huh, I did know that this event would come, but I didn't think it'd come so soon.

"Can't we, you know, do that tomorrow?"

It's evening right now. By the time we'd get to the dungeon, night would have fallen.

I doubt challenging a dungeon during the night would be the most tactical decision on our part.

"Of course, you are going to the dungeon tomorrow." Noelle smiled, but only slightly. "He's just going to brief you on the details."

"Huh."

That makes sense.

Is this woman really Noelle? 

Who are you, and what have you done to my Noelle?

Well, whoever you are, please stay; I prefer you over that overreacting baby.

"Wait, is that a cat?" She looked at the cat perched on the window.

"Well, that certainly is not a dragon, that I'm sure of."