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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

The Boy And The Prophecy [6]

(Mass Release: Chapter 1. Others will be released soon as well.)

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Flames danced across Aiden's skin, their hungry tongues licking at his flesh. He sat cross-legged atop the inferno, eyes closed, body trembling—both from searing pain and an odd sense of satisfaction. More than a month had passed since he'd begun training under his mysterious master, and he could describe the experience with a single word: hell.

Not that he knew what hell actually looked like, but he was fairly certain he was experiencing at least a fraction of it. His master's constant reminders didn't help: "I used to go through five times more intense training than this," the crimson-eyed man would say with that infuriating smirk, as if Aiden's current torment was merely a gentle warm-up.