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 and Midnight stood resolute as the echoes of the clash reverberated through the mountainous landscape. The crafty demon, having narrowly escaped the devastating onslaught, appeared shaken but not defeated. His tall companion and the Shadow Chimera, however, bore the brunt of the Magnus's and draconic forces.

The tall demon struggled to rise, his demonic form showing visible signs of strain. The Shadow Chimera, its grotesque amalgamation of dark entities writhing in pain, roared defiantly even as its form began to dissipate into the ethereal shadows.

"Are you ready to join them?" Lord Magnus's voice resonated across the battlefield, his eyes locked onto the crafty demon.

The crafty demon, nursing his wounds, sneered with a mixture of defiance and frustration. "You may have gotten lucky this time, human, but this is far from over. I will definitely take revenge."

Aftermath of the Battle