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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.

AceAmbrosia · 奇幻
分數不夠
267 Chs

A Death Of Loneliness

Blood emerged rapidly from the boy's body. It drowned in the eternal ocean of crimson liquid, attempting to cross over the yellow river to the depths of darkness. Although terrified of death, the boy wasn't able to prevent it.

Intense pain shot through his body for a few seconds before his pain receptors tore, leaving behind a puppet of emptiness. The harsh cold of the winter froze his skin, but all he felt was the embrace of a void.

A life of emptiness, a death of loneliness.

"Poor boy," a faint voice entered the boy's ears. His amethyst eyes flashed for a split second before his eyelids shut. Still, he didn't lose complete consciousness.

From the verdant greenery emerged a fairly young lady. Her skin was spotless, and her beauty surpassed the realm of peerlessness. The scent of roses that exuded from her body tickled the boy's nostrils.

Her aroma neutralized the squalid scent that originated from the boy's wounds.