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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"…I will put an end to this twisted game."

Lucian watched him closely, his expression unreadable, but there was a faint flicker of hope in his eyes—hope he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a very long time.

"Alright. I believe you." He then replied, his lips curling up for the first time in who knows while.

Amael nodded at Lucian's words, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Just watch," he said, his tone confident but not arrogant. "Well, helping occasionally won't hurt, I suppose."

Lucian chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "You've got guts, I'll give you that," he said, a rare glimmer of amusement in his golden eyes.

But as the chuckle faded, his expression turned solemn, his brows knitting together as a thought weighed on his mind. "Now that we're alone," he started, his voice lowering, "why don't we talk about what you said back then? Why—"

He will be your senior brother