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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.

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God of Necromancy (1)

Darkness, as if possessed, crept up to its master, its wielder, the undead. Rejecting all else, the darkness acted with subservience, offering control to the undead who Yog-Sothoth, the God of Necromancy, had granted the right.

It was as if the world itself turned gray, as the scenery bled color, leaving it bare. The expressions of fear resided atop faces, providing the atmosphere with a tragedic afterglow. The undead raised his hand, the God of Necromancy visible in his eyes, which contained no trace of life.

"Do you wish for destruction, lowly creature?" An unknown force containing millions of years of wisdom and power inquired the dead man who knelt before it. The undead was petrified as its creator stood before it, despite only a trace of energy having approached him.