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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

Under the glowing glow of a thousand gem, Lyon finally could see her entire figure as a whole. Her long hair was silky smooth and reflected the shimmer of jade as she tied it up into a high ponytail. Her silver pupils were cold vertical almost the same as her furrowed eyebrows that looked like a sword. She had a cute little nose that was as red as a cherry just like her blushing cheeks. Her thick red lips were fuming with anger as Lyon noticed a hint of thin hairline right above it.

She was wearing a swordsman robe with a sash around her waist. The getup was optimizing movement rather than defense, just like any swordsman would desire. However, Lyon was dismayed by the fact that such clothing hides what's vital to him.

"Hmm," Lyon rubbed his chin. He even forgot that the woman in front of him could straight up kill him if she wanted to, however, once a certain degree of shamelessness has been reached, things like this do happen (probably).

Who Are You?!