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

Lyon knew he had to give a reply, however, a simple nod would make him really suspicious. Not to mention that the 9th already had his doubt.


He let out a sigh of relief inwardly before gazing at the source of the voice. From the voice, it was easy to detect that the assassin who rejected his ascension was a male. His figure was slender and by the looks of it, he was probably the tallest of them all.


"Oooh? 8th, I can see your reason from miles away, but if I recall correctly, the position of a higher rank does not interest you," the leader's voice turned deep, "why now?"


Lyon couldn't read their expressions behind the mask nor the slight movement of their body language. (Looks like this organization has some infighting).


The 8th Abyss opened his arms, "The reason is not that I'm eyeing the 7th spot, but rather the 10th skill that is inadequate."


The leader clasped his hands, "You have a point, then what do you suggest we do then?"


Chance of Freedom