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

"Wake up, Sleeping Princess," I called out to her.

The more precise phrase would have been 'Sleeping Assassin', but then the statement would have lost its classic charm, so I had to compromise.

As if my words were the cue, Noelle's eyes fluttered open. Her unfocused eyes dashed around, then focused on me, as if recognising me.

"Samur- ahh!" She clutched her head as she tried to sit up.

"Whoa, whoa," I lent her a hand because I'm a gud boi. "You still haven't fully recovered."

"Ah," she exhaled sharply, "What… what happened?"

"Neia said that you were exhausted. Apparently, you pushed yourself too far."

And I was the reason for that but let's not discuss it.

"I did, huh," she sighed as she leaned back on the bed. "Yes, yes, I am a bit exhausted."

"Just what happened that you had to push yourself to the point of fainting?"

Give it your best shot