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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

The thud was heavier than any sun. Half of her forearm was gone as blood kept churning out from the pulsing vessels inside her.

Karina had her face sucked out of her. Her vision blurred at each second the clock ticks as the words coming out from the orc turned incomprehensible and echoing. She was swaying, with her severed hand pointing down. Her shoulders loosened, and her lips gaped open. Her breasts sluggardly heaved up and down. Her foot took one step forward instinctively to regain her balance, but it didn't take her another second before her entire body limped. Her trains of thought stopped before her blonde hair was pulled by the orc just as her face was above the ground.

"You even go as far as wanting to kill yourself, just to fail my objective," muttered the chief orc before he carried her by her shoulder. He looked at the bright sky, "However, it's my win, no, my entire tribe wins."

My Win