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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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Envoys From The Dragon Domain

"Of course not," Procella giggled. "The God of Time might be dead, but his domain isn't up for grabs. Also, to cause a regression, you would need much more than simply the domain of time. I cannot do that, and neither can any other God. At least, not that I know of."

"Then what is that?" Alex asked. His eyes were plastered to the orb, and he was unable to peel them off. The radiance of the orb was unmatched, and the power it exuded was something Alex had never sensed before.

"Something my past… or future self has sent for you," muttered Procella, narrowing her eyes. 

"Is that…" Druk's eyes slowly begun widening, and she unconsciously reached for the orb. Procella pulled back, and Druk's face landed on the ground. However, the latter didn't mind. The orb… she sensed an unknown power swirling within.

"Yes, Druk," replied Procella in a mysterious voice. Her eyes were still glued to the orb. "This is 'my' divinity."