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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 pot-bellied manager sat on his chair with no one in front of him. He wished not to be disturbed.

He let out a long heavy snort as he averted his eyes from his fidgeting hands toward the black stones on the etched shelf on the wall. Every dark hue gave an ominous feeling like the black mist slowly permeating out of those rocks. It was the mana of the bearer returning to nature and it also meant death.

"This is ridiculous, not even three hours had gone by and they are already dead?" muttered the pot-bellied man. The astonishing feat of destroying the main branches of Treas soon turned to be horrific. It was unprecedented. He could have never imagined that they work so fast.

"How scary, not even Treas has the capabilities to do the same kind of thing," muttered the pot-bellied man before he let out a big snort.

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