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

"Eh?" Clementine's eyes widened as I pointed the gun at her forehead.

Before anyone could say or do anything, I squeezed the trigger.

The pull of my trigger was followed by a loud boom (I might need to create a silencer).

A fraction of a second letter, the bullet hit the ceiling with a loud bang and formed a large crater.

Chunks of rock fell down on us, some big enough to cause some pretty serious injuries but someone put up a shield using magic and protected us.

"As expected of the Shadowlord," I smiled. "Also, my hand hurts."

"Haah, haaah," Clementine let go of my hand but continued panting while staring down for some moments. "You… you really pulled it," she finally looked up at me with widened and trembling eyes.

I actually didn't, but let's not tell her that. After all, like all normal people, I don't fancy getting my ass whooped by my so-called little sister.

What did I expect?