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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
275 Chs

The Crimson Princess

As the echoes of laughter subsided, the two figures emerged from the darkness. Dressed in the signature crimson robes of the Crimson Order, the S-rank subordinates revealed themselves.

"Long time no see, human," the one on the left said with a sly grin. "Did you miss us?"

Lord Magnus tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes narrowing. "I never forget a face, especially those who ran away like cowards."

"Oh, you are hurting my pride." Lysandra, the support mage vampire laughed. "You know very well it was just a tactical retreat. But..."

Her eyes and expression turned cold as she placed her hands on her back. "You injured me hard back there. I won't forgive you for what you did."

Then she lifted her right hand, showing off her sharp and slightly long crimson nails. She pointed them to Lord Magnus, and few words escaped her mouth.

"Crimson Chains of Despair, bind the soul of the human I hate!"