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

Borton furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his son's pupils dilated and was slightly out of focus even though the latter was standing right in front of him. He noticed that his mouth was slightly opened but his chest was not the one that heaved.

"Is something wrong? Are you a friend of his?" asked Borton.

"Huh?" Russel immediately regained his focus before he nervously shook his head, "N-No, not at all."

He turned around before looking at the wine glass in his hand that was given by his own cousin. The red color of the wine brought unease in his heart before he decided to indulge the taste of it with a harsh gulp.

Sophia smirked as she looked at him making his way toward the group of Crown Winners who naturally welcomed him with opened arms. The victory was hers the moment he decided to drank the wine she gave him.

Who Are You?