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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 · Fantaisie
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Shocking Revelation

The assassin still realized the danger as her eyes moved to her side, but it was too late for her. The young man's sword struck with remarkable precision, piercing through the assassin's abdomen.

"Argh!" A gasp escaped her lips as pain seared through her, and her grip on the dagger weakened.

Zyra'kai, seizing the opportunity presented by the young man's successful strike, intensified his assault. His shadowy blade moved like a viper, striking with deadly accuracy. As the assassin stumbled backward from the young man's blow, Zyra'kai's blade found its mark.

With a swift and lethal movement, Zyra'kai's sword sliced through the air and struck the assassin's exposed neck. The blade cut deep, severing vital arteries, and a spray of crimson filled the air. The assassin's eyes widened with a mix of shock and agony as she realized the fatal nature of the wound.