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

In the midst of the opulent banquet, Lyon's sudden act of aggression stunned the entire hall. With a resounding stomp, he planted his foot right beside the king's head. The aging monarch, sprawled unceremoniously on the palace's grand staircase, could only watch in horror as Lyon loomed over him, their gazes locked in a battle of wills.

The king's eyes widened, filled with a mixture of humiliation and rage. The guests, nobles, and dignitaries who had been celebrating moments ago now held their breath, their merriment replaced by tense anticipation.

In a desperate bid for control, the king extended his trembling hand, aiming to grasp Lyon's throat within his reach. But to his astonishment, his hand was caught mid-air. It was Kesya, her presence suddenly electrifying with a brimming, deadly intent. Her eyes bore into the king's with unwavering resolve, a stark warning that his actions would not go unanswered.

Even The Holy Lion Must Bow