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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 beauty that Cecile was talking to, wore a cloak that covered even the lines of her figure. The complexion on her skin could be seen from the footwear that she put on, which was none.

The woman pulled down the hood that covered half of her face. Her black hair immediately flew out free. The shine and the glam were the product of the silkiness of her straight hair. Each strand of her hair didn't crumple one with one another.

Her ocean-blue eyes reflected the proud and smiling woman with Auburn hair.  Her lips were red-velvet and moist. Glowing and inviting. This masterpiece brought many to their imagination but only one could taste them for real. Her ears slightly pointed upward with around forty-five degrees angle. The muscles on that half-cheek bones of her twitched as she snort.

"You seem to be properly dressed, Cecile."

Confrontation and Revelation