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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 White Perch raised his brows to the ceiling as he watched the back of the cloaked person merrily walk out from the scene.

"A Cockatrice..." he muttered before his lung suddenly paused. The root of his goosebumps was struck by an instantaneous shock as the rest of its body rose to the extreme. His spine was crawled by freezing ice and his pupils shrunk to a trembling dot. His right hand was still on the grip of his unsheathed sword but he couldn't pull it out no matter how much will he put into it. Cold sweat started forming on his forehead before he realized the awkward silence that his guild gave them.

( W-What frightening aura! ) said The White Perch inwardly as he clenched his jaw. His instinct was screaming at him, there was someone standing right behind him. A sudden presence that cowered his mighty blade.

"Hahaha, that one was good," an energic voice filled with the joy of laughter was heard reverberating the silent hall.

Six-Stars Adventurer