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The Horatius Era

Determined Protagonist: Yes, Interesting Side Cast: Yes, No Harem: Yes, World Building: Yes, Mythological References: Yes, Overpowered Protagonist: Yes, Regression: Yes. On a dark night, a man named Alex Horatius is assassinated alongside his secretary. Instead of arriving at the afterlife, he instead regresses to his sixteen-year-old self on the day the “apocalypse” began. As he watches the death of his father, intense feelings of rage arise in his chest. Armed with the knowledge of the future and a desperate thirst for vengeance, he challenges even the Gods themselves. But there lies a secret even he is unbeknownst to. With danger lurking at every turn, can the man, who is now a boy, overturn his fate and achieve something great? Or will he be like the rest, trapped in mediocrity at the bottom of the food chain? “The Horatius Era” is a gripping tale of Alex’s journey, on which he experiences many adversities in order to potentially achieve what his heart desires. ----------- If you like the novel, please drop a power stone. Don't forget to add it to your library. All support is appreciated! Enjoy the read! All chapters will be released at 8:30 AM (PST), or 00:30 (UTC +8). (9:30 AM (PST) if Daylight Savings Time is in effect). Usual upload schedule: 1-2 chapters/day.

AceAmbrosia · Fantasy
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Choosing A Wepon

"Fuck," cursed Sarah, massaging her temples while attempting to recall her blurry memories, ones that seemed to have been wiped from her mind. An intense pain assaulted her temples, eating away at her sanity while refusing to diminish.

She sat atop her bed, cursing repeatedly while enduring the excruciating pain that occurred due to her memories having been tampered with. All she remembered was Eugene's haggard corpse. Everything following that was a blur.

Eventually, no longer having the mental capacity to persist, she relaxed her mind. The blurry memories slipped away into darkness, never to be found again.

She immediately grasped the cup of water that rested on her bedside, finishing the liquid in a single gulp. A few drops stained her bedsheets, only worsening the OCPD she currently experienced.