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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 · Fantasie
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275 Chs

Reunion

Samiel's relief was palpable as he seized the perfect opportunity to divert the conversation. The carriage came to a halt, settling at the entrance of the grand house.

"Shall we proceed, Grandpa?" Samiel urged Lord Magnus, eager to disembark.

"Oh, in a hurry to see your sweetheart, are you?" Lord Magnus teased, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

"What? No!" Samiel protested, his cheeks flushing. "I just wanted a moment to catch my breath, that's all."

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you any further," Lord Magnus chuckled, opening the carriage doors. "Just remember why we're here, and we'll depart tomorrow. Keep that in mind."

"Of course," Samiel nodded, his expression composed, the earlier awkwardness vanishing as if it had never existed.

'My poker face seems to be working,' Samiel thought to himself, pleased with his ability to conceal his emotions.

However, his carefully crafted facade crumbled as soon as he stepped out of the carriage.