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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

"WHO ARE YOU?!" shouted someone with blood running over his face.

Struggling to stand with hundreds behind him he looked at the tall figure in front of him with horror. (I'm an expert! I was hired to guard this auction house by Treas! Who in the right mind would fight Treas?!).

His ashen hair slightly fluttered as he paid no heed to the question of the foremost fighter in front of him. His indifferent face was looking at the building behind the hundreds of cultivators that were standing in front of him. He opened his crossed arms before the hundreds of them were alerted as the flight instinct kicked in.

"Oi! Don't do it! You will incite his wrath!"

The ashen haired didn't mind his words as he raised his right arm casually before his hand formed a gripping motion.

The hundreds cultivator was looking at his palms with gasped and choked words. There was no mercy appearing from his muscular right arm.

No Mercy!