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

Nothing could beat his finesse at the moment as the glory of the war belonged to him. A lone general against an entire army, truly the embodiment of a one-man army. His four golden tails were magnificently floating with a pattern as his figure hovered and approached the blonde middle-aged man that had bruises all over his face and body.

The honorable Borton was nowhere in sight as his clothing turned haggard and his hair disheveled from the raw beating of Lyon's copies. Kaiju was dead by his hand, Russel was dead by his hand, and even the old bone that he revered and fear couldn't faze the young man.

Borton let out a grin as he looked at Lyon who crossed his arms against him and put on the iconic smirk. The condescending look could only deter his destroyed pride lower than before. A young man from the latter generation that was supposed to be his son's peers actually surpassed even his own cultivation level without the moon even setting.

Yes, I can.