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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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Crucial Mistake? (2)

"Eugene…?" Sarah whispered as a non-existent, trembling sound wave slowly approached the prison cell, accurately representing the woman's mental state.

Alex and Maxwell watched from afar, refusing to react despite Sarah's unusual actions. However, their eyes widened as the woman immediately unsheathed her sword, gritting her teeth while ignoring the gruesome scene that lay before her.

"Is she going to attack us?" Maxwell asked apprehensively, resting his palm atop the hilt of his sword. 

"No," replied Alex calmly. A faint smile blossomed on his face, subtle satisfaction peeking through a stoic expression. 'It seems my choice wasn't wrong.'

Despite his expectations, Sarah unsheathed her sword as she faced the disheveled figure of the burly man. She took a step forward, clutching her blade as if it was all that remained in her life. Her mana emerged from her body like a waterfall, flooding the entire area and producing tremendous pressure.