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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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Bane of Demons. Clash Of Titans [1]

"You and your darn stupid mouth." The crafty-looking demon smacked the tall demon on the head and started yelling at him. "Don't you know? He is known as the bane of demons, the Legendary Lightning Sword, you fool!"

"H-huh? H-he is?" The tall demon muttered.

"Yes, you imbecile!" the crafty demon berated his companion. "He is not to be trifled with. He's a powerful human, and you were just challenging him head-on. What were you thinking?"

The tall demon scratched his head, looking sheepish. "Well, I thought I could handle it. You know, we're not exactly pushovers ourselves."

The crafty demon sighed, shaking his head. "Thank the Lord for sticking you with me or else, you would be dead in no time with that stupid brain of yours."

"Y-yes. Sorry," The tall demon apologized, seemingly afraid of the crafty demon. "But what will we do now?"

"What else," The crafty-looking demon turned back toward Lord Magnus and the others. "We are gonna go all out!"