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

"Nice bra," I complimented the black bra hiding her supple breasts from the world.

"Thanks, it's my favourite colour," she replied with a slightly reserved smile.

As she took that piece of lingerie off, her soft mounds bounced slightly, as if sexily inviting me in their embrace.

"Please lie there," I pointed to my bed.

Her eyes shook ever so slightly as she obeyed my command and laid down on my bed.

"Please be gentle," she asked abashedly. "It's my first time."

"Just leave everything to me; tonight is going to be the best night you've ever had."

She nodded a bit nervously, and so did her breasts.

Alright, it's time to stop talking like I'm a male author writing a woman.

Like seriously, 'sexily inviting me in their embrace?'

Jesus, that's a new low, even for me.

"I learned it from you," she smirked.

A sensual night