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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 · Fantasía
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Aamon In The Kaius Family

Tomorrow afternoon, Aamon finally arrived at the Kaius Castle. The imposing structure stood tall and majestic against the backdrop of the clear sky. After paying the driver, Aamon adjusted his bag and approached the castle gate. The guards stationed there immediately noticed his presence.

One of the guards stepped forward and asked, "Are you Young Master Aamon, Young Master Samiel's friend?"

Aamon nodded, offering a polite smile. "Yes, that's me."

The guards exchanged a brief glance before one of them nodded. "Welcome, Young Master Aamon. Young Master was expecting you. Please, follow me."

Aamon followed the guard through the grand entrance and into the castle grounds. The path led through well-maintained gardens and courtyards, each step bringing him closer to his goal. As they approached the main doors of the castle, Aamon couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness.