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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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Nothing Like My Dad

"Fuck," muttered Sarah as she grew helpless. The attack was sure to end her life in a single blow, something that concerned her greatly.  Never having experienced such a pressure, Sarah fell to her knees. Gasps escaped her lips as she desperately tried to steady her haggard breathing.

'I didn't even get to activate my Path of Power,' Sarah let out a bitter chuckle, gazing at the monstrosity that stood before her. Before she'd noticed, Durendal rested on her neck, exuding an aura that seemed both chaotic and orderly.

Durendal's hilt was within the palms of an existence whom Sarah admired. However, as she gazed at his figure, only fear remained engraved within. She didn't dare move a muscle, fearful of the consequences.

"You win," the woman softly muttered, averting her gaze. Soon, the pressure lessened as the cold sensation on her neck disappeared. Allowing her to breathe, Alex wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.