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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Amael rose from the throne with deliberate calm, his movements smooth yet commanding. Without a word, he took a single step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the towering demon general. His speed was inhuman, even by demon standards, leaving only a faint ripple of shadows where he had been. Though everyone here knew he just used a teleport-type spell.

"Let's start," Amael said, his voice devoid of emotion, yet carrying a weight that silenced the faint whispers in the hall.

The demon general, standing nearly three meters tall, sneered inwardly, though he kept his expression neutral. "What a joke," he thought. "This boy—this so-called 'monarch'—his mana is negligible. I'll crush him like an insect and show everyone the farce of his rule."

As he prepared to attack, a cold voice interrupted his fantasies, soft yet sharp, like a blade slicing through the air.

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