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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Lord Magnus, with an almost serene composure, danced through the storm of blades, effortlessly avoiding each strike with calculated precision. His movements were a stark contrast to Arenthor's wild, unbridled attacks.

"Your anger blinds you, Arenthor," Lord Magnus calmly stated, his voice carrying a note of warning. "Such fury is a double-edged sword. It may grant you strength, but it leaves you vulnerable to a more composed adversary."

Arenthor, fueled by frustration and wounded pride, intensified his assault. Dark energy emanated from his remaining sword, swirling around like a tempest. The air crackled with the volatile power as he swung the blade with relentless determination.

Lord Magnus, recognizing the danger in Arenthor's empowered strikes, focused on a defensive strategy. He gracefully deflected each blow, using minimal effort to redirect the force of the attacks.

Lord Magnus vs Arenthor, The Crimson Lord