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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

Amid the ancient and towering trees of the Third Hell realm, a male dark elf raced desperately through the labyrinthine woods. His rapid breaths formed faint, frosty clouds in the chilled air, a testament to his growing unease. The dense forest closed in around him, its twisted branches and thick undergrowth conspiring to make each step a struggle.

His wide, panicked eyes darted from shadow to shadow, searching for any sign of salvation. The forest seemed to shift and change around him, the landscape offering no familiar landmarks. His footfalls cracked twigs and crunched fallen leaves, disrupting the eerie silence that clung to the woods.

In his fear, his voice trembled as he cried out for help, his words swallowed by the oppressive atmosphere. The very trees appeared to lean in closer, their ancient, gnarled branches forming an entangled maze that hemmed him in.

One Monkey King's Wine, Please...