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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

"IT'S TIME TO RECLAIM WHAT IS OURS!!" a reverberating shout echoed across the blue sky.

The figure that shouted had a pair of elongated pointed teeth that extended outside the mouth and pointed upward. His height was towering compared to normal humans, and his skin was leafy green. His amber eyes reflected the thousands of his kin— some had lighter colors than him while some had stronger. He curled the giant ax in his hand onto his shoulder with its sharp blade reflecting the earrings on one side of his ears. His dusty black hair was braided to a single long coil that reached the epicenter of his back before it swayed as he walked to the side whilst keeping his glance toward his men.

"I've heard crucial information that the other side of this land has their leaders traveling to Heaven."

Storm Brewing