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

"Are you going somewhere, Ms. Lecia?" The receptionist asked me.

"Ah, yes. I'm going out for shopping. Also, I said this before, but you do not need to be so formal with me."

It feels very weird to have someone older than me treat me like their boss. Anemone says that I'll get used to it, but I doubt that will happen anytime soon.

Besides, I don't want to get used to it.

"Ah, my apologies," Anemone giggled. "It's a habit I can't seem to get rid of."

"I'll get angry if you do this again."

"I will keep that in mind," she giggled again.

"I am serious though…" I couldn't help but sigh.

All adults are the same; they never take children seriously.

Hell, even children younger than me don't take me any more seriously than the adults. Why is my life like this?

"Anyway, if you need something from the market, just tell me. I'll get it for you."

"Uh, no, don't worry about that. You must be busy."

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