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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 sect leaders turned grim except for the old patriarch who shook his head in denial. He couldn't believe that a young man whose cultivation level was at the same as the empress could be called emperor not because the latter inherited the title.

"It must have been a different person!"

The old patriarch strongly denied. He refused to believe such a thing but the middle-aged man gave him a glare instead,

"It's not about you, believe it or not, it's about preparation. Did you forget who came back here empty-handed? Because you were unprepared for the wild card! He suddenly came, your son didn't win the throne-like he supposed to, instead, he is dead, buried by nothing but the wind!"

The old patriarch gritted his teeth as the middle-aged man in the uniform told his shameful fruits of the labor. Not only they came back with their heads hung down, but they also came back with less than what they had come with.

The Plan