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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 so, 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.

Shen Wei, the daughter of Shen’s Embroidery Workshop in Fengzhou, was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, with red lips and pink face, icy muscles and fine bones, but unfortunately her body is weak, she panted four times after walking three steps, and died soon.

The Shen family gradually declined, and her marriage was delayed again and again.

Cui Yun, the eldest son of the Hou Mansion, was noble and stern, and was entrusted to take care of Shen Wei. He thought, why not just marry her.

After being reborn, Shen Wei devoted herself to the embroidery workshop, looking forward to returning to life and returning to the glory of the past.

Hearing this, he was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

After waking up, with tears in her eyes, she politely refused: “I, a short-lived ghost, why bother my cousin.”

Cui Yun boasted that she was considerate: “There is no need to be moved to tears for trivial matters. Since you have taken refuge in Cui’s family, it is better to stay in Cui’s family completely. After a sudden illness, I can still make a big funeral for you to go away in style.”

Shen Hua is in despair: …but I’m just pretending! ! !

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Cui Yun has many cousins.

There are many ways to express love.

He refused all of them indifferently.

“It’s late at night, my cousin is proud.”

Shen Hua had never seen such a puzzled man.

Until that night, she came back late, took a shortcut and passed Cui Yun’s courtyard, and was called to stop her.

Cui Yun stood at the vent, her sleeves bulging with the wind.

“It’s cold outside, can my cousin come in and sit down?”

- Description from novelbuddy

He was born with the most powerful attribute ever seen—yet it’s the one power that no one can control. Not even him.Unstable. Chaotic. Dangerous.Aramith lived an almost quiet life—until strange visions and fragmented memories began to haunt him. Whispers of a name he doesn’t remember. Shadows moving where none should be. And a voice, deep within, urging him to awaken.When hidden forces begin to stir, and those he trusted reveal their fangs, Aramith is thrown into a war of secrets, bloodlines, and ancient powers.He doesn’t know who he is.He doesn’t know what he is.But something inside him does.And it’s waking up.In a world ruled by strength and deception, what happens when the greatest threat is the truth buried within you?And what will you do when you find out your world is nothing but a tiny piece, a fragment of a greater universe you never were prepared for, one that wishes for your extinction?

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?