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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

At the entrance of the Alchemy Union was Elder Anna with Nit by her side. She sighed before she looked up at the sky. The sun was hiding behind a large white cloud and the chilling wind whispered against her skin.

"Where are they?" asked Anna as she furrowed her brows.

"He was never the punctual type," a cold bassless voice was heard.

Anna turned before her eyes widened. Her goosebumps rose as the cold crept up her spine to her nape the moment her brain realized who it was.

Ivy was looking her mother straight in the eyes, but her brave look was belied by the race of her heart. The person in front of her was the one that gave her warmth when she was but a mere crawling baby.

"Sorry we're late," Mavis came with Lyon by his side, and behind them, both were the latter's group.

Anna regained her senses before she turned her glance and answered Mavis with a smile, "It's alright young master Mavis, we didn't wait that long."

Depart!