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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

(There are so many things," the king said before he swallowed his food and darted at the four guests, "that the humans had done, that, that, that... detest me."

"I agree, the humans of the past and even more so at present, are quite unbearable, however, I can tell you that our goal will change their behavior, Your Majesty."

"Hmm? How so?" The king furrowed his brows.

"It will, I can not tell you right now, but they will have to change once we reached our goal," the spokesperson smirked.

"Hmm, you are getting me worried here, dear friends," the elf king chuckled.

"Hahaha, who in this world could scare you, Your Majesty," the cloaked person laughed at the king's jest but the latter was deadly silent. "... Your Majesty?"

The elf king let out a heavy snort before he picked up the wooden glass and stirred it. His eyes were vacant despite looking at the spiraling wine. "There is one."

Goals Over Death