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

"Goodbye, brother," I waved my hand while smiling.

"Goodbye, Somir. Behave well in school," Mother bid her farewell in her usual way. "Remember everything I told you."

"Yeah, and don't forget about us," Grandma added.

"Goodbye, everyone!" Brother waved back at us.

Father and Grandpa also said their farewells.

Today, my brother was returning to the royal academy after two months of vacation spent at home.

With the final farewell, my brother set off in his carriage.

He will probably arrive at the academy in about two days, assuming nothing goes wrong on the way, which I hope.

"Let's head back inside," Grandpa spoke, and we made our way back to the castle.

"Let me help you, Nazia," Father offered, holding Mother's hand gently and carefully.

"Thanks, dear," Mother replied in a low voice. She seemed embarrassed in front of Grandma and Grandpa, but Father didn't seem to mind.

Sofie