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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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264 Chs

Spending The Night Together

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As evening fell and dinner time arrived, exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave. I couldn't recall a time when I felt this drained, not even during my rigorous swordsmanship training.

And yet, the two girls who accompanied me seemed unfazed by the day's activities. Their stamina must be quite high...

Sighing, I made a mental note to work on improving my own endurance once I returned home.

But for now, I found myself seated at a grand round table in the opulent dining hall. The room exuded elegance, with shimmering chandeliers casting a warm glow upon the polished wooden surface. The tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, causing my stomach to growl in anticipation.

As everyone began to eat, the dinner unfolded with Grandpa and Lord Fynn engaging in lively conversation. Their tales of camaraderie on the battlefield dominated the discussion.