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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

What a maniac

'Shit, shit, shit!' Suraja, aka Dragon_2, cursed in his mind as he feverishly chased Lady Neia and the boy on her back.

It infuriated him to no end that a human child was riding on the back of the Dragon Princess, but that wasn't the problem right now.

Earlier, he had a perfect opportunity at his hands; he could have been the one to capture the Dragon Princess and bring her back to his village, but it all went wrong.

And it had been the fault of that child. Yes, if that stupid child had just stayed still, Suraja could have become the Hero of his village.

But no, the concept of not doing anything stupid and staying out of harm's way seemed to be too foreign to the child. 

He did get the just reward for his actions; his left arm had been lopped off.

But that wasn't enough to quell Suraja's anger; the kid had to die for ruining his plans.