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

They say puns are the lowest form of humour, so I suppose it's only up from here.

I'm 98% sure that even if my current situation seems like absolute rock bottom to me, these stupid assholes will find new and innovative ways to dig even deeper.

That's the one thing these motherfuckers are truly capable of.

"You need therapy," Jennifer sighed at my joke. "I actually know a pretty good therapist. I'll book a session for tomorrow."

Whoa, stop there for a minute, Noelle 2.0.

The last thing I need is to get enrolled into therapy sessions just because I joked about killing myself.

Like, seriously, these guys need to stop, take deepthroat some oxygen and chill. Not everyone who laughs about killing himself actually goes through with it.

Well, I mean, I WILL kill myself, but they just got lucky in my case.

Let’s look forward to the reunion