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

"It's calling me," she replied while staring at the heart and clutching her chest.

I don't think clawing at her chest like that is comfortable.

Surely not the heart; it's not really capable of speech, after all.

"The heart… it's like it's inviting me," she continued staring at the heart.

Well, that's interesting, I guess.

Did I perhaps go too far in adding Arteria's attributes? Is my new creation so awesome that it has developed intelligence and identified Arteria, her new owner?

"It's asking me to accept it," she finally looked at me. "Just what have you created?"

Asking her to accept the new heart? Wut?

"Seriously? Wow. Looks like you'll have to wait a bit. I might have to restructure the heart a bit."

As awesome as it sounds, such a heart is more likely than not going to create problems for us in the future.

Calling