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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 · Fantasi
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Amina's POV [2]

I watched as Samiel returned. Then my eyes spotted him looking at Aamon, so I naturally asked.

However, when he said he was considering befriending that guy, I immediately snapped at him which might have been a bit abrupt and unexpected.

He asked why and I told him he wasn't someone he needed to be friends with.

He asked me if I knew him. Of course, I knew that guy. But I can't tell him that. So I gave a vague answer and warned him. It was his choice to believe me or not.

Thankfully, he believed me. "Just don't get mad at me, ok?"

For some reason, his words sounded a bit weird, maybe affectionate.

Guessing he might be feeling awkward and uncomfortable, I softened my voice and thanked him for trusting me. "And... I'm not mad..."

Not at you, at least...

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Finally, the ceremony ended and we were taken to a nearby hotel. It seems the hotel was specifically prepared for children like us, who just underwent awakening.