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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

Trained well

"The party is in the evening, so sleep all you want," Jennifer said with a playful smile as she closed the door behind her.

How rude of her, though in hindsight, I should have expected that.

Birthday parties are usually held in the evenings, so my 'I want to sleep' excuse would obviously be useless.

Hmm, but in some cultures, birthdays are celebrated in the morning, so my excuse could have worked had I been a bit luckier. So, it's not my fault.

Yes, it's this world's fault.

Cringe realisations aside, what should I do now?

I have zero interest in attending anything like a party, but I don't really have anything else to do either.

Compared to lying on my bed like a salted fish, watching Jennifer make a fool out of herself at a party she was invited to only out of courtesy should theoretically be slightly more amusing.