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

"This might hurt a little… do you even feel any pain?" I asked before my brain could stop me.

What a stupid question to ask. Of course, he would feel pain.

Even if the notion itself is preposterous, it does make some sense.

The ease with which he cauterized his wound after having his left arm sliced off, and the nonchalance with which he blew off his right arm to kill Suraja makes me wonder; what if he really didn't feel any pain?

Heh, that honestly sounded more believable than him feeling the agony of losing both of his arms yet still going about his way like it was just another day.

"What do you think?" Samur scoffed.

"I'm beginning to doubt what I think."

This isn't how a 12-year-old child should be, yet here we are.

Just what exactly did he go through for him to turn out like this?

As far as I know, he had a difficult past. He was ostracised by his own family because of his hair colour.

A fucking joke