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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How to Raise Your Regressor

I'm glad that Arteria is finally recognising my qualities, but I'm also saddened that she's doing it for the wrong reasons.

It's like saying someone is a good gymnast because they did 7 backflips while jumping for their death.

"Well, why don't you have a seat?"

Anyway, since I'm left with no choice but to finish my task before going to sleep, I might as well be fast as fuck about it.

"Sure," Arteria complied and sat on the chair beside my table.

I inserted the needle and just like before, I extracted a bottle's worth of blood from her.

This much should be enough for a batch of Elixirs.

I took out the needle and pressed a blob of cotton on the puncture wound, "Don't forget to rest and eat iron rich foods."

"Sure," she replied as she took the blob and threw it in the bin.

A lot of secrets