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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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What is happening to my world?

Aamon sat in the dark room, his gaze fixed on the large screen in front of him, his mind in complete disarray. Chaos City buzzed with life outside, a blend of magic and modern technology that made it one of the most powerful cities in the world. But none of that mattered to him right now.

Elyana, the principal of the rival academy, had just pulled up a live broadcast of something so unfathomable, so out of place, that it made his head spin. Samiel—no, not Samiel anymore—Amael—was standing on top of a massive golden dragon, delivering an announcement that had already begun to shake the entire world.

Aamon's expression remained blank, almost frozen in disbelief, but his mind was racing. 'What in the actual hell is happening?'

He had written this.

Or… at least he thought he had.

The Apocalypse Academy, his magnum opus, his not-so-grand narrative—the story of the chosen one who would save the world from the looming Third Apocalypse. But this?