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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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Monarchs' Descent [2]

The atmosphere thickened, the tension palpable as the Demon Monarchs prepared to unleash their might. Zephiros' icy gaze locked on the boy, his lips curling into a mocking smile, while Azarath looked on with disdain, his power gathering like a storm.

But just as the Monarchs were about to act, a sudden crack of lightning split the sky. It roared across the battlefield, interrupting the dark energy swirling around the demons.

The air trembled as arcs of electricity danced between the clouds, and three figures emerged from the storm. Their presence was like a beacon of power, pulling the attention of both generals and Demon Lords alike.

The first figure descended in a swirl of shimmering light, standing tall and commanding. His golden hair was tied in braids, framing a chiseled face marked with ancient runes.