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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

As Refl shook his head and lamented the fate of his old friend, the latter was not oblivious. He had his brows furrowed all the way inside his room. He looked over and his mind wandered inside his explicit room.

"He is at True God, on the horizon toward Origin," muttered Drogan. "Yet, he could even count those levels way above his."

He looked at his arms and runes started coiling around his forearm. "Is he the same as me?"

He quickly shook his head and threw that idea, "Even if he is, I should have the capability in killing him in mere seconds, my body, my speed, my power, all should have excelled him... yet somehow, somehow! He was always half a step away from it."

Drogan was grim with a possible thought. He was planning to use the runes as his secret weapon when he set his eyes toward Third Heaven, however, it seems there was an even greater power that might still be lingering out there, and whatever that was, he was sure that Lyon got it.

Niamh in Mortal World