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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

Shopping

Sunday.

Outside of the Academy.

The person who was supposed to accompany Samiel today was none other than Hazel.

Since she reached B rank, she could now easily replace others and serve Samiel herself.

"Which dungeon are you going to raid today, Young Master?" Hazel asked curiously as they rode the carriage. 

"No, we won't be raiding dungeons today," Samiel replied. "We will go shopping."

"H-Huh? Shopping?" Hazel asked in a surprised tone.

"Yes, driver, take us to The World Merchandise," Samiel replied and ordered at the same time.

Soon, after 20 minutes, they arrived in front of a large building with the sign "The World Merchandise" displayed prominently above the entrance.

As Samiel and Hazel stepped out of the carriage, they were greeted by the bustling atmosphere of the marketplace. Vendors lined the streets, hawking their wares to passing customers, while the sounds of chatter and bargaining filled the air.