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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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Rescuing [3]

"What if I join her?"

The voice resonated with powerful authority, and both Lilith and Selene turned their attention to its source. Emerging from the shadows was a tall figure, his presence exuding a commanding aura that filled the room. It was Lord Alaric, the third S ranker who came as a rescue team.

Selene's eyes widened with a mixture of relief and determination. "Sir," she acknowledged her voice steady but tinged with gratitude.

Lilith's smile widened a hint of mockery in her gaze. "Increasing your numbers won't change anything," she taunted, her tone dripping with confidence. "You can't stop me."

"We'll see," Alaric replied, his voice firm and unwavering.

The three warriors stood ready, the tension in the room palpable. But Lilith, sensing the balance of power shifting, simply smirked and, with a flick of her wrist, vanished into the air, her mocking laughter echoing through the room.

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