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

"I want to be as fearless towards death as you," Clementine said.

I was jebaited by my own little sister, the same sister who I tried to kill to literally minutes ago and who I was planning to fool through the long con.

I have no words to describe my emotional state.

You know what? Fuck this shit, I'm out.

"I see," I nodded. "Anyway, you've already seen what you were here to see, right? So run along, we still have some things to do."

i.e. get the fuck out of here, you damn prankster.

Like, why did she do this? Why did she have to break my heart like that? Because I tried to kill her by blowing her brains out?

I mean, come on, I just tried to kill you. It's not like I actually killed you or something, Clementine. Show some emotional maturity and learn to forgive.

"No, wait, please do it to me again," she implored.

Burn my heart