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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 Promise of Peace

The golden dragon beneath Samiel radiated warmth, its breath steady and deep—a living symbol of the power now at his command. Samiel stood tall, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of the Aevorian landscape below, a world scarred by war. The wind whipped through his hair, carrying the scent of earth and sky, reminding him of everything that had brought him to this moment.

But it wasn't the weight of a throne that pressed upon him. No, the true weight came from a promise made long ago in the quiet halls of his family home.

'Mother...'

His crimson eyes softened for a moment, the hardened edge giving way to a deep tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show. The memory of her face, lined with worry but glowing with hope, filled his mind. He had promised her that he would rise above the bloodshed, that he would become a protector—not a destroyer.

'I swore I'd stop this war... I'm fulfilling that promise now.'