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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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Inner Domain

A sight to behold for those labeled as psychopaths in human society. That was what rested before the eyes of the leaders.

"What the fuck?" Eve spat on the crimson dirt beneath her. Her expression crumpled as she viewed the horrifying sight. Shivers shot down her spine as she wondered what kind of taste Arandir had.

"The caretaker is skewed in the brain," Evan stated as a matter of fact. Roxie and Alex nodded in agreement.

The light had practically disappeared internally, and only a barren ground remained. All kinds of torture occurred in the distance, something that disgusted the leaders of Ottawa. Since it was Arandir's creation, they could only imagine what happened within the dokkaebi's brain to produce such a horrifying scenery.

"This is my inner domain," said Arandir cheerfully, tapping the cane that had appeared in his grip on the soft soil.