Anit666

A Professional Transmigrator meets a newbie Regressor.
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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.


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The cover photo obviously does not belong to me.

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How to Raise Your Regressor

"Good morning, sleeping princess." I greeted Lecia as she opened her eyes.

Well, technically speaking she's not the sleeping princess as she was out for just an hour and 20 minutes, but who the fuck would think so deeply about a mere greeting?

"…" The little malaka stared at me for some moments, then tried to get up.

And as I had expected, she achieved that feat flawlessly.

"It… it doesn't hurt." She examined her body with widened eyes.

"I used some healing magic to patch you up. Without hurting myself, of course."

Like every normal person, I'm not into masochism.

"What?" Her head jerked towards me.

Well, actually, going by the statistics of this Universe, 1 out of every 5 people like some form of abuse or pain. The same goes for other kinds of fetishes, but with varying statistics.

So technically speaking, on a universal scale there is no normal person, because there is no 'normal'.

Hidden Motives(?)