AceAmbrosia

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. 

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The Horatius Era

The ashen sky had begun softening, allowing many to bask under the sweet rays of the radiant sun. A day was left before the second tutorial concluded, and preparations were underway. Having experienced two tutorials, no one was confused or fearful of what was to come. They simply accepted it as fate that would lead to destiny or doom.

However, that did not mean they weren't nervous. No, almost everyone was drowning in anxiety, but there was nothing anyone could do. They couldn't revert to their original lifestyle, and many did not have the desire to.

Atop an abandoned rooftop, there sat a woman. Wearing revealing clothes and carrying a frown on her face, the woman sighed several times in the span of a minute. Her eyes darted to the pair of daggers that hung to her waist.

Roxie, the woman who sat on the rooftop, clutched both of the daggers tightly in her palm. A single tear streamed down her cheek, falling to the ground with a silent splash.

Second Tutorial (Epilogue - Part 5 (Final))