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

Stars once again spilled across the night sky like diamonds on a black carpet. Shining the brightest among them, the 327 moons overlooked the worlds beneath it.

In an isolated facility in one such world, two men were walking up a flight of stairs.

"Next up is the altar," the man walking in front said to the one following him.

"Wait, is it THAT altar?" The second man asked excitedly.

"Yes, it's THAT altar," the man in front smiled.

"B-but I thought low level employees weren't allowed there…"

"They aren't, but I think everyone should see it at least once. Just to give new recruits like you a tangible goal to work towards, you see."

"I see, Vice Altar Director," the new recruit nodded in understanding and admiration.

After a while, they reached the end of the stairs. In front of them was a set of huge double doors.

The Vice Director flashed an access card in front of the terminal.

The three orders