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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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When Aftermath Shook

"What are you laughing at?" Lassadol asked as she reddened in embarrassment. 

"You're planning on committing deicide? A mere platinum dragon? Your God groveled under my feet as he died several thousands of years ago," Procella mocked. As a former God, she couldn't help but retain a bit of pride as a divine being.

Committing deicide was impossible for even the Gods. The dragons were simply mortals who deserved to be the floor mats of the Gods.

A dragon claiming to be able to kill a God? Procella wasn't certain whether to consider it bravery or plain stupidity. But one thing was certain. Such a claim was more than disrespectful to say to a former God.

"The God of Platinum Dragons under your feet?" Lassadol asked, spitting on the ground. "You're as much of a mortal as I am."