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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

Lyon turned agitated as he saw the dragon lady poured out her tears without even blinking. He could see her tightened up upper lips as a clue that she was trying her best to cope her feelings down. His eyes suddenly turned sharp before he slowly closed down his mouth. His entire aura and bearing changed in a blink of an eye. One couldn't put the him that was burning his own sleeves versus now, even though nothing was out of the ordinary from the outside.

He tried to reach his hand toward her face before the latter suddenly opened up her beautiful draconic wings. The silver wings were shimmering under the moonlight and sea of stars. With one flap of her wing, she floated and giving lunar its cover. She slowly put up her sword against him with tears still rolling down her cheeks.

Her throat was dry as her voice turned hoarse, "Pick up your sword."

A Dragon's Heart