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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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The Abyss Gazes Back

"Finally..."

Samiel's eyes narrowed as he heard the same inner voice.

"I'm free..."

Then everything went silent. Samiel felt like he had been standing still for a looong time.

The silence in his mind was suffocating.

He stood still, alone in the vast expanse of his Mind Space, as a dense, inky darkness crept over everything, swallowing what little light remained. It spread like a storm, claiming every corner, every memory, leaving only a void.

Samiel's expression remained calm, indifferent even, as he watched. He was but a passive observer, his emotions locked away, buried deep within the abyss that now mirrored his inner state.

Before him, flashes of images and records—memories, long sealed—began to unravel.