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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 was standing tall like the nickname he was given by the Empress herself. The aura of a ruler that couldn't be beseeched all others, even Kaiju the one called Heaven's Son couldn't hold a candle against him.

Against the unknown, he was bare topless with his transformation had reached its end. Yet the spine he had was made by something harder than steel. He couldn't be shaken, neither by the circumstance nor gods, neither by devils nor saints that loved to preach about their belief. His eyes were as sharp as a blade and as mellow as water, heaven was beneath his feet and forever it will be.

"I thought you would be more, grand, not a rotten piece of flesh that is imprisoned in this dark gorge for some reason. What's the meaning of being an immortal if you could only see these walls that are racing you with age?"

Let's Cut To The Chase, My Women Are Waiting For Me