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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

Dora the horse was getting kicked from left and right. Her glistening black eyes didn't even blink as blood kept pouring out from the gruesome wounds and dyed the ground red. The caravan had turned over as one of its empty boxes was outside.

The old farmer couldn't blink as tears poured out the corner of his eyes. He kept wailing and wailing, only to have laughter from the tavern in response.

"Please... stop..." the old farmer punched the ground before he stood up with his entire youth gathering on his knees, only to fall once more.

"Look at that old man go, get some rest old man!"

The taverns were enjoying themselves. The sight seemed ordinary despite the condition of the horse.

Raksih had his arms crossed and smirked. "That's a warning, dear young master."

WHY ARE YOU HERE!!