Peace_in_Chaos

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?
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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.

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The Strongest Monarch In The Apocalypse Academy

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The moment we stepped foot into Bagdad City, a wave of energy washed over us. The streets were alive with activity, filled with merchants, locals, and travelers from far and wide. The air buzzed with the sounds of laughter, conversation, and the occasional street performer showcasing their talents.

As we strolled through the bustling streets, the people of Bagdad City began to take notice of our carriage. Whispers spread like wildfire, and soon a crowd started to form around us. They marveled at the insignia on our carriage, recognizing the prestigious Kaius Family.

Curiosity turned into excitement as the crowd tried to surround us, eager to catch a glimpse of the esteemed guests. But just as the crowd began to close in, a tall figure coughed, his presence commanding attention. It was Captain Roderick, the Guardian of Bagdad City.

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