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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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275 Chs

Main Character And His Rival's Official Meeting

After the process was over, all the children were brought to a large room filled with food, meals, and drinks. The room was warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to the darkness they had endured.

The tables were laden with a variety of dishes, from hearty stews to sweet pastries and fresh fruit, each item more tempting than the last. The smell of cooked food filled the air, mingling with the sound of gentle chatter and the clinking of cutlery.

The children, still reeling from their ordeal, approached the tables hesitantly at first. Their eyes wide with wonder, they picked up the food with a mixture of eagerness and shyness.

Some dug in with gusto, their faces lighting up with the first taste of such royalty food they had had in their life. Others, still processing the events, nibbled quietly, exchanging glances and murmuring to one another.