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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 man ducked under the watchful eyes of the guests. They all had probed him, the beast was a level eight Godhood cultivator. That astonishing number was comparable to those old sect elders amongst them. Yet, at this moment, where even the downpour of rain from the storm outside, couldn't help but slow down.

The atmosphere was choking as they saw with their plain eyes. The man, the one that thought will run the show and humiliated another one, was now squatting down to the fullest motion. The cold sweat from his forehead ran down before crashing against his eyebrows. The first drop of it was heard as it stained the spotless floor.

His pupils still constricted as his jaw lowered and locked. He could hear the death's violin just one moment ago before his honed instinct reacted accordingly, though it was against his wishes.

His Rank