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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 · Fantasia
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275 Chs

Mature Harold. Resting For Night

"S-Samiel, why did you-? Hey, are you ok?" Harold exclaimed as he sensed Samiel's strange condition.

"Huf... I'm fine... Just need to take a... breath..." Samiel replied taking deep breaths.

"..." Harold might be slightly airhead but he wasn't an idiot. He noticed something was definitely wrong with Samiel. And he needed to do something.

"Samiel, you need to rest," Harold said firmly, glancing around for help. Then, his eyes landed on a large building that looked like a hotel. "Come on, let's get you inside."

Without waiting for a response, Harold put an arm around Samiel to support him and began leading him toward the hotel.

As they approached the entrance, a doorman noticed their approach and hurried to open the door. "Welcome! How can I assist you?"

"My friend here isn't feeling well," Harold said quickly. "We need a room where he can rest. Don't worry about the money."