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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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Contest Of Gloom (1)

The scent of smoke tickled Alex's nostrils as he opened his eyes. A second ago, his vision contained the ashes of the djinn's physical body. However, now, it fell upon the scene of a few fat pigs smoking cigarettes.

"Fat Pigs" wasn't an exaggeration; neither was it metaphorical.

Within Alex's gaze, there were truly humanoid pigs dressed in dark robes who smoked cigarettes while at the amethyst-eyed boy, who'd manifested from nothingness. Judging from their expressions, they were bewildered.

"How the fu–"

"Poffsnuckle did something, I'm calling it!"

"That magician bastard can't do something like this. This has to be the graces of Yog-Sothoth!"

"Don't promote your God in front of me! This is the doing of Moccus!"

The two bickered, uncaring of the fact that Alex had drawn his sword. With narrowed eyes, the amethyst-eyed boy extended Durendal, placing the tip of the silver blade on the throat of one of the pigs.