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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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267 Chs

Eternal Longing

"Die!?" asked Alex dumbfoundedly. The Procella he knew was healthy, like a youngster barely in her twenties. How could she perish at such a young age? And, with notice?

Tears continued to stream down Druk's face, and Alex frowned. "You're serious?"

"Why would I joke in such a situation?" Druk inquired, raising her voice significantly. Her frustration leaked along with a bit of her pressure, because of which Alex shuddered uncontrollably.

Realizing her mistake, the Thunder Dragon quickly retracted her pressure. Only a fraction had leaked, yet Alex seemed to have experienced the worst pain of his life. The pressure of a Thunder Dragon was simply enormous.

It was vast, too, as Alex couldn't predict Druk's pressure's depth.

"What does that have to do with me becoming her disciple?" Alex asked, tilting his head innocently. Druk gazed into his amethyst eyes.