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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

"What... what is he?" one of the Demon Lords muttered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The generals were equally stunned, their eyes flickering between the boy and the demon lords. None of them could understand the power they were witnessing. It was beyond anything they'd expected.

The boy, however, remained unfazed. With a single motion, he pulled the elf girl out of the crafty demon's grasp. The demon let out a desperate gasp, but the red chains held him fast, rendering him powerless to resist.

"You... you can't do this!" the demon shrieked, his eyes filled with desperation. "Please, spare me! I'll—"

"You've caused enough trouble," the boy interrupted coldly, tightening the chains. "Now be silent."

The demon's cries were cut short, and the battlefield fell eerily quiet for a moment as both the Demon Lords and the generals tried to process what had just happened.

But the calm didn't last long.