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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"Goodbye, Samiel." My mother waved her hands at us, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and worry.

"See you soon, son." My father joined in the farewell, his voice filled with a hint of sadness as he stood beside my mother, supporting her.

"Goodbye, Young Master. Don't forget about me!" Hazel, our loyal family servant, stood beside them, her eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. And next to her, my grandmother Salma wore a gentle smile, her love and support evident in her every gesture.

"Okay, let's go then." I heard my grandfather Magnus's commanding voice as he gave the order to start moving.

The carriage began to ascend, and soon we found ourselves soaring through the air. Our carriage was a marvel of engineering, a flying carriage that defied the laws of gravity. The wind rushed through my hair as we ascended higher and higher, the world below us shrinking into a mere speck.

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