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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

Despite being inside the heat choking environment. The man who was dubbed Young Emperor lived up to his name. He exuded no worries on his figure and especially his face. The smirk was there as if nothing was going to go wrong. The kind of emperor that made the people felt safe just by looking at him, just by his presence.

Kaiju, on the other hand, was looking at him with words choking on his throat. The figure that was hiding under the shadow easily wasted both of his arms with a single contact of blow and he couldn't even see where did the attack was coming from, yet, the person in front of him whose cultivation was way weaker, whose stamina was running its end, called the very same figure 'rotten'.

This was the difference between the two. Only Lyon didn't cower in the face of an opponent whose realm was entirely above and beyond himself. He stood firm and his heartbeat was constant despite the unknown was approaching with an eerie laugh and ominous aura.

The Mantra