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 shouted from his prison-like cage with no regard for what situation he was in.

"Hmm?" Lyon raised his eyebrows as he saw the laughter of another prisoner right in front of him.

Under the dark shadow of the prison cell in front of him, he heard footsteps slowly crawling to the bars that held their freedom. Fragile and old hands were the first thing Lyon could see under the light before a disheveled old man was looking at him straight in the eye. His eyes were bulging crazy with creases on his forehead.

"Young one, we will be here until we die!"

Lyon shook his head, "The only 'we' here is you, don't group me together with you."

He held the bar with both hands before pushing them apart with popping veins. However, not one bar even bent by the force he exuded.

"Hahaha! If it were that easy, many prisoners would have escaped by now."

Noodles?