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Master's rebirth in the Apocalypse

Since his creation, Camelia has been tasked with keeping an eye on the 'Seeds of Apocalypse.' These people could one day become the end of the world, and the only one with the power to stop them is Camelia, the Saint's creation. That was how Camelia became the teacher of these 'Seeds' Generation after Generation until he finally met his end at the hands of the Council that wanted to use these 'Seeds' for their good. But Camelia did not mind it. And why would he? After all, he had finally found peace after living for centuries. He was finally free. Little did he know that his death would leave such a big impact on his students. But peace was never an option for Camelia because after dying a gruesome death, he found himself opening his eyes once more. But this time, he was in the body of someone he had never met and living a life he had never met. Moreover, he was no longer a male but a powerless human female. He...no, she woke up in a time where a few centuries had passed, the world had changed into a place where Dungeons and powers were no longer a well-guarded secret, and the 'seeds of the Apocalypse.' she had tried to keep under control had already become the leaders of this world. At such a time, what was Camelia to do? The answer was simple—pretend she did not know anything and finally live a carefree life. Unfortunately, not everyone seemed as on board with her idea as she was. Especially not her familiar-looking man who called himself her fiance. She needed to discover why this man felt familiar, had the power of the Apocalypse inside him, and was so obsessed with Camelia. __________ Note: There will be a lot of sex, and the relationship will be a little Dom/Sub kind

Holy_mackrel · Urbain
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Ch 27: The first dungeon after rebirth - part 2

The familiar name made Camelia's heart skip a beat.

Golden blond hair flashed before Camelia's eyes, and a soft smile appeared before her. The kid Camelia had helped raise ever since she was small; that was who Eris was for her.

"Eris Legios? Do you have a photo or something of her? I need to check something."

Camelia did not realize that she was shaking, but it felt bad enough when she looked at her extended hand. It was not steady, and she would drop anything she picked up.

Zayne also knew it would have been wise for him not to hand Camelia anything.

But things did not happen that way. 

Maybe because Zayne trusted Camelia, he handed her the tablet with an old painting.

The painting's style looked vaguely familiar, and Camelia suddenly remembered commissioning this portrait for her kids before she died.