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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

Fragmented Memories

"Go on," said Alex, encouraging Procella to continue. He wished to know how he arrived to… whatever this place was. 

"When we found you, you had scars all over your body," explained Procella in an apathetic fashion. "The wounds were enough to cause your soul to cross over the yellow river. However, aside from that…"

Procella glanced at Druk, who stepped forward in accordance. The latter extended her arm, placing it on Alex's abdomen.

"You should see for yourself," said Druk. "Also, it should clump your memories together to help you understand what happened before you were found."

Alex inhaled a deep breath before nodding. His eyes were filled with determination, but what awaited could only be classified as torture. No, it was worse than torture. It was an amplified version of mental torture.

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Cr–Crack!

A crack appeared on a glowing orb of light encroached in darkness.