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

⟦⟦Well, you got me there,⟧⟧ Mr. Wanky McWanker sighed with a soft chuckle.

Very sed, but that's what life is all about, no? It's always unexpected.

⟦⟦Or did you?⟧⟧ He suddenly grinned and snapped.

What the fuck is this little fuckface up to now?

⟦⟦Get pranked, big gurl,⟧⟧ he suddenly burst out laughing.

With that groan, Noelle, who had come back, as if her existence had never been erased, made her presence known.

However, there was something different about her.

Her hairs were dishevelled, her eyes were darting back and forth, her lips were bobbing up and down while muttering incomprehensible things.

[So she was in the Information Dimension.]

⟦⟦And she's back,⟧⟧ he grinned.

"N-Noelle? Are you alright?" Azell, who was beside her, caught the glass that had just fallen out of her hand and asked.

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