I Regressed 300 Years to Open a Quiet Inn but Heroes Keep Showing Up

Roen Ashveil spent 300 years as the continent’s greatest archmage. He died tired, alone, and sitting in a bad chair. Then he woke up at nineteen. No more wars. No more saving the world. He wants one thing: a quiet inn in a town nobody cares about. He finds Millhaven, buys a run-down tavern called the Rusty Compass, and brews ale from a recipe that won’t be invented for another 150 years. The problem? His inn sits at the exact crossroads where the future heroes, villains, and catastrophes are going to converge — decades ahead of schedule. Authors Note: I will be posting this on Royal Road under the name I Regressed 300 years to Open a Quiet Inn. See you there