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The Strongest Monarch In The Apocalypse Academy

In a white void between life and death, a soul witnesses fragments of memories—glimpses of someone called the Strongest Monarch, a being who shares his face but whose story remains incomplete. Then comes rebirth. As a newborn in the world of Aevoria, he awakens with two sets of memories: one belonging to Samiel, a graduate of the legendary Apocalypse Academy, and another shrouded in mystery. But something's wrong. The memories of his graduation years are missing, and with them, perhaps the key to preventing Aevoria's greatest crisis. The New Apocalypse is on its way. Ancient prophecies speak of a chosen hero—but Samiel knows he isn't the one. With time running out and three powerful academies vying for dominance, he must uncover the truth: Why were his memories erased? What secrets does the Apocalypse Academy hold? And can someone who isn't the chosen one still change destiny? In a world of cultivation, world system, wars, mythical beasts, and dark prophecies, Samiel will prove that sometimes the greatest heroes are the ones who write their own legends. After all, what's a prophecy to someone who's already lived twice? ____________ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, gore, and the depiction of intense emotional trauma. Reader discretion is advised. All events and characters are products of the author’s imagination. _____ ____ _ Discord Link -> https://discord.gg/ezVBxwCEPN

Peace_in_Chaos · Fantasy
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Clash Of The Monarchs

Azarath's smirk deepened as he tilted his head, studying her with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "No answer? I suppose silence truly is your greatest weapon." He gave a soft, mocking laugh. "Perhaps you really are mute after all. How quaint."

Despite his mockery, Iris's gaze never wavered. She simply held her ground, her presence radiating quiet but undeniable strength. It was clear to everyone on the battlefield that she was not someone who could be so easily underestimated.

The other Monarchs took note of the exchange, and even the Demon Lords, who had once seemed so confident, now shifted uneasily seeing the protective barrier of Iris's magic. The tides of the battle had not yet turned, but the balance of power was slowly shifting.