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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 Boy and The Prophecy [7]

Black flames rolled over Aiden's skin like gentle waves, their once-searing touch now as comfortable as a warm bath. His breathing was steady, measured—a far cry from the trembling, pain-wracked gasps of two months ago.

He had mastered this particular hell, made it his own. The dark fire that had once threatened to consume him had become an extension of his will, as natural as breathing.

His eyes snapped open suddenly. "Master—!"

A familiar chuckle resonated through the darkness as the crimson-eyed man materialized, his elegant form coalescing from shadows. Each time Aiden saw him appear like this, he couldn't help but marvel at the casual display of power—how the darkness itself seemed eager to serve his master's will.

"Good job," he said, genuine approval coloring his tone. Coming from someone who considered being bitten by shadow-wolves a "warm-up," the praise carried significant weight.