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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

Lord Treas brought his attention in one single shout. It was clear as day that the man hovering above was some sort of captain of the guards where the siblings came from and the ten other people alongside him were of course under his command.

"And who are you?" asked the captain.

"I'm Lor... I'm Vargas of Treas," said the Lord of Treas as he bent one of his knees easily. The thick armor made a loud clank against the floor he was standing on as the haughty Treas suddenly forgot about his enmity against Lyon Torga.

The old man was not a fool, his long life had taught him something, and that something was, to know when to concede. However, the act of his kneeling was scorned by his son that was healing from the choke that the blonde man, Altre, did to him.

The fact that his father killed his mother couldn't get out of his mind no matter how much gray hair he had on his head, though he had none at the moment.

The One Who's Kneeling is You!