Big_Yellow

Heaven, hell, and the world themselves have forgotten a prominent figure that once stood at the pinnacle. Alas, the said figure himself forgot who he was.

Lyon is a young man who lived a leisurely life on earth. Not much was said except that he enjoyed such a life. However, one fateful night sent him to the world where killing is not a sin, alchemy is a thing, and magic cultivation is not imaginary.

Immediately after being sent to this world. He is met with a beautiful woman who rumbled the earth and cracked the very firmament under the mortals' eyes. Selena is her name. She claimed to be his wife, the first one of three.

However, their meetings didn't last long due to circumstances that he has yet understood. With one wedding ring on his finger that contained half of his past power, he sets forth to find Cecile, the woman whom Selena said is a queen in Blue Continent, the other wife that he adored then.

But, he lacked focus at times, and combined with his whimsical nature, he often finds himself, in unusual situations. His smirk and lazy demeanor brought nothing but trouble for himself and the others around him. His relentless nature of stealing, his rebellious adolescence year, and the capability to smile by the teeth of a gnawing dragon brought his charm to a height that fairies once forget. Though his perverted nature often gets them to scurry away almost immediately, those that stayed long enough to know him better, know the redeeming qualities of Lyon Torga as a whole.

Regardless! His arrival in this world has rotated an old cog of fate that those old monsters and old kings in the ages of the ancients, would have never guessed to be working again.

Emperor's Reckoning

The old mole sat down on his butt as a youngling of his kin approached, "G-Great elder are you alright?"


"Hey, am I still a sacred beast?" asked the old mole as a tinge of sadness appeared on the corner of his eyes.


(Oh no! He is having an existential crisis!) thought the youngling as he acted agitatedly.


"What is the meaning of living in this world, I'm just an ordinary old mole," 


The old mole sat down as his life flashed him by. The memories in his mind played as he fell into depression.


"You are still the sacred beast of this forest, the strongest of our kin!"


The youngling's shout managed to get inside his weary ears as the old mole opened his eyes. "That's right I'm still the sacred beast, the protector of this forest!"


The sound of branches fluttering was heard as the leaves left their home. One could only manage to see the golden silhouette skipping from a branch to another.


Sacred Beast