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

Procella and Alex exchanged tens of blows in mere seconds. Sparks of thunder and flames flew in all directions, and the direction of the wind was tangled. Explosions occurred in all directions, forcing the ground open.

Durendal and Procella's Law Sword collided. The former shook at the sight, trembling under the sheer pressure the latter exuded. It was like the two possessed egos. Procella's sword seemed to be bullying Durendal.

"Increase the intensity of the flames," said Procella, gathering the law of water. She extended the Law Sword, causing a high-pressure streak of water to burst from the tip towards Alex's flames.

"It's going to harm my fire mana channels," Alex retorted, simply sidestepping to avoid the water. Yet, it followed him like a pest.

Mixture Of Abilities