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

Everyone- well most people- likes beautiful things, and so they want to protect them. In a way, that holds true for me as well.

If by my intervention I can shield them from a scar that normally would have changed their life so that they can stay as that beautiful, newly sprouted flower for even a second longer, then I will not hesitate to intervene.

Besides, the effort spent saving them will be truly insignificant compared to the beauty they'll preserve.

After all, I'm the First Being; I can save them with a snap of my finger.

"I really can't understand you…" Tristan shook his head.

"I would have been surprised if you did."

Because that would require him to either have perfect empathy or to be alive for as long as me, and I doubt he's capable of either.

It sure would be amusing if he was, though.

"You sure do talk big for a 12-year-old, though."

Slapping logic