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

"Enjoy your meal." Said the waitress as she placed my meal on the table.

Now, time to dig in and vanquish the beastly desire known as hunger.

"Thank you." The girl across from me also expressed her gratitude to the waitress.

The waitress gave an amicable smile and turned around to leave, but did a double take.

Her jaw dropped open and her eyes widened, "I-I didn't realise it was you, Your Majesty!" She sputtered and bowed.

"Ah, please, be at ease." Voloha gave a troubled smile. "Right now, I'm not a Princess. I'm Samur's friend."

"…" Her stare turned into a cold scowl.

Yikes. Now I can't even have my dinner in peace.

Can't have shit in the New Dawn Guild.

"Oh, yes, we're very good friends." I nodded.

It's better to entertain her delusions than get into another mindless banter.

Conspiracy