The Primal Blood Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1: Lifespan Only 3 Months

Jiang Yang and Qin Xu both dislike each other. Every time they meet they become filled with hatred. Both have feelings for the school idol but they didn’t expect that the other party was actually a cross-dressing man. In an instant, their world views were shattered.

An ordinary student, a wretched peeper, a cowardly teenager with a kind heart. In a terrorist attack, he inherited the knowledge of countless elites, embarked on a path of God Jagged Tu…

He is an artist!

He is a mathematician!

He is a psychology Doctor!

He is a master of fighting!

In fact, he is a man

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A wretched, dirty young man is working during the summer when he was caught up in a mysterious explosion. After that explosion, the young man is then left with the memories and knowledge of dozens of the world’s experts.

He has changed, his heart has become cold, iron-blooded. He became a killing machine, his mind turned mechanical, calculative. Everything goes according to his plans and calculations!

In this magical, slaughterous world, a door is opened for him…

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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.

“I wasn’t born a lucky person, I’m just too strong.”