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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

Two figures were standing at the gate as they garnered attention from the cultivators.

One was a woman. Her long legs carried her swiftly and gracefully, her leggings hugging every curve of her toned muscles. Her blonde hair was braided into a circlet above her head, the braids intertwining like a serpent as they twisted and turned.

In her hand, she held a menacing scythe, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. The size of the weapon was perfectly proportionate to her slender frame, and it seemed to radiate power and deadly intent.

She moved with fluid grace, her eyes scanning the entire town for any sign that had not yet been revealed. Her senses were heightened, her body poised for action as she landed her attention on the other two students.

Comical Teacher?