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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How to Raise Your Regressor

"What the hell," Voloha quietly muttered.

Hehe, that's what you get for being so predictable, Princess.

I knew that sooner or later, she would resort to peeking into my fate to confirm my claim of there being a Secret Organisation behind me.

That's why before coming here, I had masked my fate with that of a normal person's. That's why when Voloha saw my fate, all she saw was that I too am affected by the machinations of fate.

And just now, I removed that masking, reverting to my original state of standing above fate.

"Is something the problem?" I asked. "Your face is pale. Did you see a ghost or something?"

"…" She quietly looked at me. "W-what… what was that?"

"Are you talking about this?" I turned on the fate masking feature again. "It's a simple yet effective trick."

"W-who," her voice trembled, but she calmed herself down after a deep breath. "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm Samur. Who else?" I smiled.

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