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

That was more realistic than I wanted it to be.

After all, we're having this discussion based on the assumption that Voloha is in love with me.

However, after observing her, I can safely say that the possibility of that happening is rather low.

⟦⟦How can you be so sure that she has not fallen for you?⟧⟧

[Her eyes. The emotion behind them is closer to reverence than love.]

⟦⟦Reverence? Hmm, does she perhaps know something about you?⟧⟧

Unless I open up her mind and read her memories, I have no way of knowing whether she knows something which she shouldn't, and if she does, what exactly it is.

I have no interest in doing that right now so I guess only time will tell.

But before that, let's finish our meal and be on our way, by which I mean sleep.

It's been some time since I had my recommended 16 hours of sleep.

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