The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter - Chapter 990: BONUS - : MISSING

Lin Jin never imagined he would ever transmigrate. And to such a peculiar world at that. Here, deadly beasts were regarded as sacred, and thankfully, he owned a museum for deadly beasts.

Traversing to Naruto World on Monday, as long as you sign in, you can get the other party’s ninjutsu, ninja tools, and bloodline boundaries. After the good impression is full, there are all kinds of surprises!

Kai: Where did I go to this kid to learn Bamen Dunjia!

Obito: Damn, how can this kid be so powerful!

Nagato: Shinra Tianzheng! Are you interested in going to Konoha for a double yellow bullet?

Hashima: Come on boy! Thousands of hands beat each other!

At this time, Monday stood in front of Kaguya Otsutsuki with a charming smile.

Kaguya will sign for me.

- Description from novelbuddy

When I cleared the final chapter of a game that was a national failure, I became an unnamed side character in it.

A non-standard, unmeasurable, EX rank supporting character.

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.