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

The bandits were looking at their hideout from the small town with disbelief in their eyes. Their mouths were gawked open as their legs lost their power to stand.

Porealus smiled wryly behind the window of the room as he saw those Ascending Gods cultivators slamming their knees down.

"A-A True God!" said one of the bandits as they looked at Graham.

The ability to hover in the air had already proven his cultivation level but the entirety of his power was still unknown. How he nonchalantly appeared in the sky was undetectable as the butler standing behind Lyon and the immense pressure of coming out of his figure was insurmountable. The half-giant bowed and knelt to one person and one person only, and that young man was smiling a smirk the whole time.

"I will give you two options," said Lyon as he crossed his arms. "To die today, or tell Hezar to wash his neck."

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