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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

Drogan furrowed his brows. He could hear her words in clear clarity however, he had never expected that his imposing presence would yield to her subjecting him to a kneel.

"What did you... say?" Drogan's eyes turned a sharp glare. His dignity was struck even before he pulled out his weapon. He might not have any real power as an astral projection, but his status was a mean of one. His words could direct the Burgeon Swan.

Selena gritted her teeth. She tightened her grip and her desire to obliterate finally influenced her surrounding. Her eyes flashed golden before she pulled her sword by the side of her waist and slashed the very fabrication of space in front of her.

The astral instantaneously broke apart, leaving numerous scars on the space it once was. What appeared to be one slash from the eyes of a cultivator was false. A different reality was presented to them.

Drogan and The Burgeon Swan