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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<p>The oppressive silence lingered in the vast hall as Amael's question hung in the air like a heavy fog. No one dared to speak, the weight of his earlier display still suffocating. The demon generals and monarchs exchanged glances, their eyes betraying a mix of apprehension, resentment, and confusion.</p>

<p>Finally, breaking the silence, a middle-aged demon monarch stepped forward. His appearance was striking, with sharp features, a chiseled jawline, and golden eyes that gleamed with restrained confidence. He was undeniably handsome, exuding an air of authority. Clearing his throat, he spoke, his voice calm yet edged with challenge.</p>

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