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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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Vanishing

The old man began to explain, his voice filled with wisdom, "These bracelets hold the essence of the ruins they were discovered in. They are my gifts to you for your purchase." As he spoke, he handed one bracelet to each of us, emphasizing, "Here, remember to wear them always."

I squinted my eyes, examining the bracelets. They appeared to be in good condition, without any noticeable flaws. Since they were gifts, I decided to accept them graciously. "Thanks for the gifts, Sir," I expressed my gratitude.

However, as I thanked him, I noticed that he was staring at me silently and with an odd expression.

Then he gestured for me to look at my left side with his eyes.

Curious, I looked and saw Hazel and Brother already wearing the bracelets. Then I understood the old man's intentions.

"Okay," I muttered, moving the bracelet to my left hand. "But they are too big for my hands," I looked up at the old man, seeking a solution.