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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

The old man blinked twice in disbelief as his mouth slightly went agape. (Well this is not something I would have expected to happen).

He gulped his saliva before darting his glance from Lyon to the destroyed caravan beside him. Tuey was sitting dumbfounded with her hair fluttering from the open wind. The twins were holding each other by arms as they looked at their master in fright. The only calm one was, of course, the beautiful lady with deadly eyes that let out a sigh.

Lyon took his glance away from the bandit's leader that lost his consciousness from the brutal impact. The latter's pride as the leader was instantly crushed along with the ground he was standing on.

"Hm?" Lyon furrowed his eyebrows toward the rest of the bandits.

The Nickname Suits You Well