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

A flash that crossed the sky fell on the spectators' eyes as Kyoko and the first king made their first contact. The city rumbled as the force was enough to shook the entire kingdom.


Ryona smiled at the sight before she turned back to see a man was running toward them. With a smile, she leaped and brutally disappeared from his sight.


Zeth's pupil shrunk as the bit of the ax that was so sharp that hardly anyone could discern the point, suddenly appeared in front of him. 


A gentle wind suddenly pushed his figure to the side, effectively avoiding the imminent death. 


His forehead immediately sweated as he gulped. He was panting as he never felt so close to death before. His legs shook like a scared dog, if he didn't call out his sentient weapon, he would surely die right there and then.


The ax landed on the ground as dust scattered from the impact. Though she missed the target, the street was wrecked by the sheer force of her swing. 


Desperate Attack