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

Voloha, as a human, saw the world around her as the end of her world.

She was born as the Princess of a country ravaged by war with the Aggressors. It was her dream to one day take the mantle from her father and lead her country to victory.

However, when she encountered the abyss inside Samur, she was thrust into a world inconceivably greater than her own.

She saw that not only were the events happening in her world; the people struggling to survive, pioneers developing new ways to combat the threat of the Aggressors, the invasion of her world, were all meaningless in face of the sheer size of what she was thrust into.

But that her world, her people, her mother, father, servants, everyone and everything she knew, was nothing more than an insignificant blot in the grander scheme of things.

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