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

"But before you do, remember one thing."

'What is he up to?' Jennifer wondered.

"You can reminisce about the past as much as you want, but there is only one truth here; right now, you are living on this planet. There's no known way of going back, and there's no guarantee that you will find one before this world is destroyed. So, if this world goes down, so do you."

Well, technically speaking, they would die pretty horrific deaths while this world will be harvested for its resources.

In fact, that was the fate of most of those present here.

But letting them discover that would most probably not be the most tactical decision on Samur's part.

"Anyway, enough about these topics; let's move on to more productive things," Samur clapped once. "Those who chose to stay till the end of this Seminar and agree to our rules- which, by the way would require your sign another contract- will each get two bottles of Elixir, free of cost."

Look at this smartass