Big_Yellow

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

"Ngh..." As Lyon's vision gradually cleared, he saw Lily, the seer, clutching her chest with visible distress. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and her face showed signs of pain. Lyon's concern for her well-being immediately took precedence, and he moved swiftly to her side.

"Lily, are you alright?" Lyon's voice conveyed genuine worry as he knelt beside her, his hand reaching out hesitantly.

She tried to regain her composure, but her efforts were in vain as another bout of coughing overcame her. Deep crimson droplets stained her pale fingers, causing alarm to surge through Lyon. He had seen many things in his life as a cultivator, but witnessing someone's health deteriorate so suddenly was not something he could easily dismiss.

"Easy now," Lyon urged softly, his voice a calming presence. "Try to breathe slowly and deeply."

My Fault