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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

Her goosebumps rose as if she was electrocuted. The soft whisper made her pupils shrink to a dot and her eyes widen. She was a fortune-teller, a powerful cultivator as well, but even she couldn't detect the presence of another. It was alike, akin to the scene that happened in that place.

She could hear her smile before the latter walked past her and revealed herself.

Slightly muscular but her figure was lithe overall. She was as tall as the person that the lady fortune-teller saw in that place. Her iconic auburn hair was knot into a fusion of dragon and waterfall braid. The queen aura of Wanda felt minuscule against that one smirk from her auburn lips.

"Cecile?" asked Lyon as he raised his eyebrows. "Where were you?"

(Cecile...) thought the lady fortune-teller.

"I was sightseeing with your lover," said Cecile with a smile.

Lyon smiled wryly as his cheeks turned red. He scratched the back of his head before he laugh like a fool.

I Need Her Favor